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BY  AUTHORITY  OF 
THE  MINISTEEIUM  OP  PENNSYLVANIA. 


a.r\A    ad     '  Va^es 

PHILADELPHIA  : 

JAS.  B.  EODGERS,  PR.,  52  &  54  NORTH  SIXTH  STREET. 
1865. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1SC5, 

BY  FREDERIC  M.  BIRD, 

la  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  Eastern 
District  of  Pennsylvania. 


PREFACE. 


The  Evangelical  Lutheran  Ministerium  of  Penn- 
sylvania, at  its  Annual  Meeting  in  1863,  appointed 
a  Committee  with  instructions  to  prepare  a  Church- 
Book  which  should  contain  such  portions  of  its 
Liturgy  as  are  necessary  for  the  regular  Sunday 
services,  Luther's  Small  Catechism,  the  Augsburg 
Confession,  and  an  ample  Selection  of  Hymns,  with 
special  reference  to  the  doctrine  and  usages  of  our 
Church.  The  present  Collection  of  Hymns  has  been 
prepared  by  the  Committee  in  the  partial  discharge 
of  the  duty  assigned  them.  In  order  that  the  Col- 
lection might  receive  the  most  careful  revision  be- 
fore it  should  be  issued  in  permanent  form,  the  Sy- 
nod instructed  the  Committee  to  have  a  small  num- 
ber of  copies  printed  for  examination  by  the  mem- 
bers of  Synod,  and  by  others  who  might  feel  an  in- 
terest in  the  matter. 

While  the  special  occasion  for  the  preparation  of 
the  present  Collection  was  found  in  the  wants  of 
the  Congregations  connected  with  the  Synod  of 
PennsA'lvania,  it  was  believed  that  many  others 
would  concur  in  the  judgment  of  that  Synod,  "that 
there  is  no  English  Hymn  Book  now  in  use  in  the 


Church,  which  fully  satisfies  the  wants  of  our  Con- 
gregations." The  Synod  desires  to  secure  the  co- 
operation of  such  as  are  thus  minded  in  the  revi- 
sion of  this  Collection.  The  Committee  has  endea- 
vored to  make  a  thorough  and  careful  examination 
of  all  the  treasures  of  English  hymnology,  original 
and  translated,  in  order  to  select  the  hymns  of  high- 
est literary  excellence,  restricted  by  a  positive  rule 
that  no  hymn  should  be  admitted  which  is  in  con- 
flict with  the  doctrine,  spirit,  or  usages  of  the  Lu- 
theran Church.  In  order  that  the  highest  attaina- 
ble excellence  with  regard  to  both  these  points  may  . 
be  secured,  the  Committee  invite  the  co-operation 
and  criticisms  of  those  persons  in  any  part  of  our 
Church  who  agree  in  spirit  with  them.  Suggestions 
relative  to  any  feature  or  portion  of  the  book  will 
be  gladly  received  and  fully  considered. 

The  translations  of  German  Hymns  seem  to  de- 
mand especial  examination.  The  preference  has 
always  been  given  to  translations  in  the  measure  of 
the  original,  when  of  equal  literary  merit  with 
others ;  but  of  a  number  of  hymns  included  in  this 
Collection,  no  satisfactory  translation  retaining  the 
original  measure  could  be  found.  Indeed,  the  ex- 
tent to  which  the  structure  and  genius  of  the  Eng- 
lish language  allow  the  adoption  of  the  varied  and 
peculiar  verse  measures  of  German  hymns  is  an  in- 
teresting question.  It  is  probable  that  our  Lu- 
theran  Congregations,  familiar  with  the  German 


PREFACE.  V 

chorals,  can  use  a  larger  number  of  translations 
than  would  be  possible  to  others,  and  thus  intro- 
duce them  into  more  general  use.  The  Committee 
hope  that  they  may  be  favored  with  the  opinion  of 
those  interested  in  this  subject. 

The  date  which  accompanies  the  author's  name, 
appended  to  each  hymn,  indicates  the  year  in  which 
the  hymn  was  written  or  first  published,  so  far  as 
known ;  except  when  the  letter  d.  is  prefixed  to  the 
numerals,  pointing  out  the  date  of  the  author's 
death.  The  letter  a.  following  a  date,  suggests  that 
the  original  text  has  been  more  or  less  altered. 
When  a  hymn  is  of  Greek,  Latin,  or  German  origin, 
the  name  of  the  English  translator  is  given  first, 
and  that  of  the  original  author  (when  known)  in  a 
line  below,  prefixed  by  Tr. 

Any  communications  with  reference  to  the  Book 
should  be  sent  to  the  Rev.  Frederic  M.  Bird,  Darby 
Road  near  Locust  St.,  West  Philadelphia. 

While  this  edition  is  intended  chiefly  for  the  use  of 
member's  of  the  Pennsylvania  Synod,  and  of  others 
disposed  to  co-operate  with  us  in  the  preparation, 
and  use  of  the  Book,  a  limited  number  of  copies  are 
for  sale,  and  can  be  obtained  by  addressing  Mr. 
Bird,  as  above. 

September  23,  1865. 


CONTENTS. 


I. WORSHIP.  HYMX. 

Praise  and  Thanksgiving       .  .         1 

General  Petition    ...  18 

The  Lord's  Day            .             .  .32 

Public  Worship     .              .              .  41 

Close  of  Worship        .             .  .52 

II.— GOD.  .....  61 

III. — CREATION  AND  PROVIDENCE. 

Creation            .             .             .  .75 

Providence              ...  79 

The  Ministry  of  Angels          .  .       90 

IV. — SIN  AND  REDEMPTION.       .       .  93 

V. THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

Advent              .            .            .  .112 
Christmas               .             .             .127 

New  Year         .              .              .  .135 

Epiphany               .             .             .  139 

Example  and  Teaching  of  Christ  .     148 

The  Passion           .             .             .  154 

Passion  Week               .             .  .165 

Good  Friday           .              .              .  174 

Easter  Eve       .             .             .  .184 

Easter        ....  189 
Ascension         ....     197 

Christ's  Kingdom  and  Priesthood  202 

Praise  to  Christ            .             .  .     210 


CONTENTS.  VI 

Communion  with  Christ  .  .  220 

Pentecost  ....  232 

Trinity      ....  253 

VI. — THE  CHURCH. 

Her  Foundation  and  Nature  .  .  258 

Her  Protection  and  Defence,  (Festival 

of  the  Reformation)  .  263 

The  Communion  of  Saints      .  .  272 

The  Ministry         .  .  .  283 

The  House  of  God      .  .  .290 

Missions    ...  .  .  294 

VII. — THE  MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

The  Word  of  God        .  .  .  309 

Baptism  [and  Confirmation]        .  316 
The  Lord's  Supper      .             .             .325 

VIII. — THE  ORDER  OP  SALVATION. 

Calling       ....  340 

Repentance      ....  349 

Faith  and  Justification    .  .  361 

Peace  and  Joy  .  .  .  383 

IX. — SANCTIFICATION  AND  THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 

Consecration  .  .  .  392 

Holiness  ....  405 

Love  to  God  and  Christ    .  .  422 

Trust— in  General       .  .  .  433 

— in  God  and  Providence    .  452 

— in  Christ  and  Redemption      .  459 

Following  Christ  .  .  471 

Heavenly  Spirit  .  .  .  479 

Watchfulness  and  Fidelity  .  489 

Wisdom  and  Self-Knowledge  .  493 

Simplicity  and  Humility  .  605 

Benevolence     ....  509 


COXTENTS. 


X. — THE  CROSS  AXD  COMFORT. 


XI. — VARIOUS  OCCASIONS. 

National 

Harvest      .... 

The  Family — Morning  and  evening 

Children 

Private  Devotion 

XXI. — DEATH  AND  ETERNITY. 

Preparation  for  Death 

Burial         .... 

Resurrection    . 

Judgment 

Heaven 

DOXOLOGIES.      . 


HYMNS. 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

1  PSALM  100.  i.  31. 

1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  jDOwer,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men : 
And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  His  f  jld  again. 

3  We  are  His  peoj^le,  we  His  care. 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  Thy  Name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  Thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command. 

Vast  as  eternity  Thy  Love ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  Thy  truth  must  stand. 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Isaac   Watts.  1719.  a. 

2  PSALM  146.  L.  P,  M, 
1  I'll  praise  my  Maker  whilst  I've  breath  ; 

And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers. 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

9 


WORSHIP. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God,  who  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train. 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  the  opprest,  He  feeds  the  poor; 

And  none  shall  find  His  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  gives  eye-sight  to  the  blind; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind; 

He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace  : 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  ril  praise  Him  while  He  lends  me  breath ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers. 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures.       Watts.  1719.  a. 

•  PSALM  95.  S,  M, 

1  Come,  sound  His  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ! 

Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 

The  watery  worlds  are  all  His  own. 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  His  throne; 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord. 

We  are  His  works,  and  not  our  own ; 
He  formed  us  by  His  word. 

4  To-day  attend  His  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  His  rod  ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  His  choice. 

And  own  your  gracious  God. 

10  Watts.  1719. 


PRAISE    AXD    THANKSGIVIXG. 

4  PSALM  147.  L,  31. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord :  'tis  good  to  raise 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  His  praise : 
His  nature  and  His  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  His  Xame : 
His  mercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul, 
And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

3  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  His  might, 
And  all  His  glories  infinite ; 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just. 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust. 

4  His  saints  are  lovely  in  His  sight ; 
He  views  His  children  with  delight; 

He  sees  their  hope,  He  knows  their  fear. 
And  finds  and  loves  His  image  there. 

Watts.  1719.  a. 

5  PSALM  145.  a  M. 

1  LoxG  as  I  live,  I'll  bless  Thy  Xame, 

God  of  eternal  love  ! 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same. 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  His  power  unknown, 

And  let  His  praise  be  great : 
I'll  sing  the  honors  of  Thy  throne. 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue ; 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice. 
The  men  that  hear  my  sacred  song 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

11 


WORSHIP, 

4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  Thy  Name, 

And  children  learn  Thy  ways  5 

Ages  to  come  Thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  Thy  praise. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known: 
Thine  arm  of  power,  Thy  heavenly  state, 
With  public  splendor  shown. 

6  The  world  is  managed  by  Thy  hands. 

Thy  saints  are  ruled  by  love ; 
And  Thine  eternal  kingdom  stands. 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

Watts.  1719.  a. 

rSALM  145.  L,  31. 

1  My  God,  my  King,  Thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  : 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  Thine  ear,* 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  Thee. 

3  But'who  can  speak  Thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds. 
Vast  and  unsearchable  Th}^  ways. 

Vast  and  immortal  be  Thv  praise. 

Watts.  1719. 

Te  Deum  Laudamus.  L,  ifcT, 

I  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Lord ! 
We  praise  Thy  Name  with  one  accord. 
Thy  saints,  who  here  Thy  goodness  see, 
Through  all  the  world  do  worship  Thee. 


12 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVIXG. 

2  To  Thee  aloud  all  angels  cry, 

The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  on  high : 
Thee,  holy,  holy,  holy  King, 
Lord  God  of  hosts,  they  ever  sing. 

3  The  apostles  join  the  glorious  throng: 
The  prophets  swell  the  immortal  song ; 
Thy  martyrs'  noble  army  raise 
Eternal  anthems  to  Thy  praise. 

4  From  day  to  day,  0  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  Thee  ! 
Thy  Name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore ! 

5  Vouchsafe,  0  Lord,  wc  humbly  pray, 
To  keep  us  safe  from  sin  this  day; 
Have  mercy,  Lord  I  we  trust  in  Thee; 
Oh,  let  us  ne'er  confounded  be  ! 

From  Thomas  CotterilL  1810. 

Kiai  danket  allc  Gott.  G,  7> 

1  Now  thank  we  all  our  God, 
With  gfatefui  hearts  and  voices, 

AVbo  wondrous  things  hath  done, 
In  whom  His  earth  rejoices ; 
Who  from  our  mother's  arms 

Hath  blessed  us  on  our  way 
With  countless  gifts  of  love. 

And  still  is  ours  to-day. 

2  0  may  this  bounteous  God 
Through  all  v>ur  life  be  near  us, 

With  ever  joyful  hearts 
And  blessed  peace  to  cheer  us ; 
And  keep  us  in  His  grace. 

And  guide  us  when  perplexed. 
And  free  us  from  all  ills. 
In  this  world  and  the  next. 

13 


3       All  praise  and  thanks  to  God 
The  Father,  now  "be  given, 

The  Son,  and  Him  who  reigns 
With  Them  in  highest  heaven  ; 
The  One  eternal  God, 

"Whom  earth  and  heaven  adore; 
For  thus  it  was,  is  now. 
And  shall  be  evermore  ! 

Catherine  WinJcicortJi.  1858.  a. 
Tr.  Martin  Rinckart.  1636. 

9  7s, 

1  Holt,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Be  Thy  glorious  Name  adored. 
Lord,  Thy  mercies  never  fail  : 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  Thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear. 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  Thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  There  no  tongue  shall  silent  l|p  ; 
All  shall  join  in  harmony; 

That  through  heaven's  capacious  round 
Praise  to  Thee  may  ever  sound. 

4  Lord,  Thy  mercies  never  fail : 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !     • 

Be  Thy  glorious  Name  adored. 

Unknown.  1778.  a. 

10  7  s. 

1  SoxGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  He  spake,  and  it  was  done. 
14 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVIXG. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  He 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day: 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No  ; — the  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

6  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 

Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death ; 

Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

James  Jlontf/omert/.  1825. 

11  8, 7 

1  Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  Thee, 

May  a  mortal  lisp  Thy  Name? 
Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels. 
Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 

2  Lord  of  every  land  and  nation. 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation 
Be  Thy  just  and  lawful  praise. 

3  For  the  grandeur  of  Thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought; 
For  created  works  of  power. 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought  : 

15 


4  For  Thy  Providence,  that  governs 

Through  Thine  empire's  wide  domain; 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow: 
Blessed  be  Thy  gentle  reign. 

5  But  Thy  rich.  Thy  free  Redemption, 

Dark  through  brightness  all  along; 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression  : 
Who  dare  sing  that  awful  song  ! 

6  From  the  highest  throne  in  glory 

To  the  Cross  of  deepest  woe ! 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ! 
Flow,  my  praise,  forever  flow. 

Mohert  Robinson.  1778. 

12  CM. 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  His  gifts  to  me  ? 
Sing,  heaven  and  earth,  rejoice  and  praise 
His  glorious  majesty. 

2  0  let  me  praise  Thee  while  I  live, 

And  praise  Thee  when  I  die. 
And  praise  Thee  when  I  rise  again, 
And  to  eternity. 

3  Mysterio"us  depths  of  endless  love. 

Our  admiration  raise : 
My  God,  Thy  Name  exalted  is 
Far  above  all  our  praise. 

John  Mason.  1683. 

13  a  31, 

1  While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fiUed. 
16 


PRAISE    AXD    THANKSGIVING. 

2  Thy  Love  the  powers  of  thought  bestowed; 

To  Thee  my  thoughts  would  soar. 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed: 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  Hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
^     Because  conferred  by  Thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favoured  hour. 

Thy  Love  my  thoughts  shall  till: 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower. 
My  soul  shall  meet  Thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  lowering  storm  shall  see; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear: 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  Thee! 

Helen  Maria  Williams.  1788. 

iti  a  M. 

1  "When  all  Thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys. 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

3  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue ; 
And,  after  death,  in  distant  worlds. 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

17 


4  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  Thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  0  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

5  Through  all  eternity  to  Thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise: 

But  oh!  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  Thy  praise. 

Josejjh  Addison,  l'i28. 

15  L.  31. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  Loving-kindness,  0  how  free! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall. 

Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  Loving-kindness,  0  how  great! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along. 

His  Loving-kindness,  0  how  strong! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 

His  Loving-kindness,  0  how  good! 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale. 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
0  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  Lovijig-kiudness  sing  in  death  ! 

Samuel  Medley.  1787. 

16  7  s. 

1  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky : 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
Man,  the  well-beloved  of  Heaven. 
18 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

2  Sovereign  Father,  heavenly  King, 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing; 
Glad  Thine  attributes  confess. 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 

3  Hail,  by  all  Thy  works  adored ! 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord! 

Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove. 
Lord  of  power,  and  God  of  love. 

4  Christ  our  Lord  and  God  we  own, 
Christ,  the  Father's  only  Son; 
Lamb  of  God.  for  sinners  slain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man  ! 

5  Bow  Thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  world's  Atonement  Thou ! 
Jesus,  in  Thy  Name  we  pray, 
Take,  0  take  our  sins  away ! 

6  Hear,  for  Thou,  0  Christ,  alone, 
Art  with  Thy  great  Father  one; 
One  the  Holy  Ghost  with  Thee; 
One  supreme,  eternal  Three. 

Charles  Wesley.  1739. 

17  10,  11. 

1  T^E  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  His  wonderful  Name; 
The  Name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious ;  He  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save; 

And  still  He  is  nigh ;  His  j^resence  we  have  : 
The  great  congregation  His  triumph  shall  sing. 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  Him  His  right. 
All  glory  and  power,  and  wisdom  and  might, 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above. 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  and  infinite  love. 

C.  Wesley.  1745. 
19 


WORSHIP, 

GENERAL    PETITION. 

18  Gloria  in  Excelsis.  C,  31, 

1  To  God  be  glory,  peace  on  earth, 

To  all  mankind  good  will ! 
We  bless,  we  praise,  we  worship  Thee, 
And  glorify  Thee  still: 

2  And  thanks  for  Thy  great  glory  give, 

That  fills  our  souls  with  lightj 
O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King,  the  God 
And  Father  of  all  might! 

3  And  Thou,  begotten  Son  of  God, 

Before  all  time  begun  ; 
0  Jesus  Christ,  Thou  Lamb  of  God, 
The  Father's  only  Son  : 

4  Have  mercy,  Thou  that  tak'st  the  sins 

Of  all  the  world  away ! 
Have  mercy.  Saviour  of  mankind. 
And  hear  us  when  we  pray  ! 

5  0  Thou,  who  sitt'st  at  God's  right  hand, 

Upon  the  Father's  throne, 
Have  mercy  on  us,  Thou,  0  Christ, 
Who  art 'the  Holy  One! 

6  Thou  only,  with  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Whom  earth  and  heaven  adore. 
In  glory  of  the  Father  art 
Most  high  for  evermore. 

^  Unknoivn.  1703.  a. 

19  SpUndoT  PaternBt  Glorise.  Ij,3I, 
1  0  Jesus,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace, 

Thou  Brightness  of  Thy  Father's  face. 
Thou  Fountain  of  eternal  light. 
Whose  beams  disperse  the  shades  of  night ! 
20 


GEXEKAL    PETITION. 

2  Come,  holy  Sun  of  heavenly  love, 
Send  down  Thy  radiance  from  above; 
And  to  our  inmost  hearts  convey 
The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  ray. 

3  And  we  the  Father's  help  will  claim, 
And  sing  the  Father's  glorious  Name: 
His  powerful  succor  we  implore. 
That  we  may  stand,  to  fall  no  more. 

4  May  He  our  actions  deign  to  bless, 
And  loose  the  bonds  of  wickedness; 
From  sudden  falls  our  feet  defend. 
And  guide  us  safely  to  the  end. 

5  May  faith,  deep-rooted  in  the  soul, 
The  flesh  subdue,  the  mind  control: 
May  guile  depart,  and  discord  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 

6  0  hallowed  thus  be  every  day ! 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray, 
And  faithful  love  our  noon-day  light, 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright. 

7  0  Christ,  with  each  returning  morn, 
Thine  image  to  our  hearts  is  borne: 
0  may  we  ever  clearly  see 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  in  Thee! 

John  Chandler.  ISST'.  a. 
Tr.  Ambrose,  ah.  380. 

20  Ziege  Dich  uns  ohne  Hiille.  '^s» 

1  Lord,  remove  the  veil  away, 
Let  us  see  Thyself  to-day ! 
Thou  who  earnest  from  on  high. 
For  our  sins  to  bleed  and  die. 
Help  us  now  to  cast  aside 
All  that  would  our  hearts  divide; 
With  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Let  Thy  living  Church  be  one. 

21 


■WORSHIP. 

2  0,  from  earthly  cares  set  free, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee ! 
May  our  cares  and  conflicts  cease 
In  the  calm  of  Sabbath  peace, 
That  Thy  people  here  below 
Something  of  the  bliss  may  know, 
Something  of  the  rest  and  love 
In  the  Sabbath  home  above  ! 

3  Lord,  Thy  sinful  child  prepare 
For  a  place  and  portion  there  ! 
Give  my  soul  the  spotless  dress 
Of  Thy  perfect  Righteousness: 
Then  at  length,  a  welcome  guest, 
I  shall  enter  to  the  feast, 
Earthly  cares  and  sorrows  o'er, 
Joys  to  last  for  evermore. 

H.  L.  L,  1862. 
Tr.  Frederic  Gottlieb  Klopstock,  ah.  1760. 

21  Sieh  hier  bin  ick,  Ehrenkonig.         8f  7» 

1  Here  behold  me,  as  I  lay  me 

At  Thy  throne,  0  glorious  King ! 
Sorrows  thronging,  childlike  longing. 
Son  of  Man,  to  Thee  I  bring. 

Let  me  find  Thee  ! 
Me,  a  poor  and  worthless  thing.  ^ 

2  Look  upon  me,  Lord,  I  pray  Thee, 

Let  Thy  Spirit  dwell  in  mine; 
Thou  hast  sought  me,  Thou  hast  bought  me, 
Only  Thee*to  know  I  pine. 

Let  me  find  Thee! 
Take  my  heart,  and  own  me  Thine ! 

3  Naught  I  ask  for,  naught  I  strive  for, 

But  Thy  grace  so  rich  and  free; 
That  Thou  givest  whom  Thou  lovest, 
22 


GENERAL    PETITION. 

And  who  truly  cleave  to  Thee. 

Let  me  find  Thee! 
He  hath  all  things  who  hath  Thee. 
4  Earthly  treasure,  mirth  and  pleasure, 
Glorious  name,  or  golden  hoard, 
Are  but  weary,  void  and  dreary, 
To  the  heart  that  longs  for  God. 

Let  me  find  Thee! 
I  am  Thine,  0  mighty  Lord ! 

3Iiss  Winkworth.  1858.  a. 
Tr.  Joachim  Neander.  1673. 

22  0  Christe,  Morgensterne.  C  31, 

1  0  Christ,  Thou  bright  and  morning  Star, 

Now  shed  Thy  light  abroad : 
Shine  on  us  from  Thy  throne  afar 
With  Thy  pure  glorious  Word. 

2  0  Jesus,  Comfort  of  the  poor, 

I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee : 
I  know  Thy  mercies  still  endure. 
And  Thou  wilt  pity  me. 

3  For  Thou  didst  suffer  for  my  soul. 

Her  burdens  to  remove: 
0  make  me  through  Thy  sorrows  whole, 
Refresh  me  with  Thy  love. 

4  Then,  Jesus,  glory,  honor,  j^raise, 

I'll  ever  sing  to  Thee : 
And  Thou  at  last  my  soul  wilt  raise 
To  endless  joys  with  Thee. 

Miss  WinkicortJi.  1858.  a. 

From  the  German,  ah.  1640. 

23  8,  7. 

1  Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  glory. 

Bend  from  heaven  Thy  gracious  ear; 
While  our  waiting  souls  adore  Thee, 


Fi'iend  of  helpless  sinners,  hear! 

By  Thy  mercy, 
0  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 

2  Taught  by  Thine  unerring  Spirit, 

Boldly  we  draw  nigh  to  God, 
Only  in  Thy  spotless  merit, 

Only  through  Thy  precious  Blood: 

By  Thy  mercy, 
0  deliver  us,  good  Lord! 

3  From  the  depth  of  nature's  blindness, 

From  the  hardening  power  of  sin. 
From  all  malice  and  unkindness, 
From  the  pride  that  lurks  within. 

By  Thy  mercj^, 
0  deliver  us,  good  Lord! 

4  When  temptation  sorely  presses. 

In  the  day  of  Satan's  power, 
In  our  times  of  deep  distresses, 
I||  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 

By  Thy  mercy, 
0  deliver  us,  good  Lord! 

5  In  the  weary  hours  of  sickness. 

In  the  times  of  grief  and  pain, 
When  we  feel  our  mortal  weakness, 
When. the  creature's  help  is  vain. 

By  Thy  mercy, 
0  deliver  us,  good  Lord ! 

6  In  th«  solemn  hour  of  dying. 

In  the  awful  Judgment  Day, 
May  our  souls,  on  Thee  relying, 
Find  Thee  still  our  Rock  and  Stay. 

By  Thy  mercy, 
0  deliver  us,  good  Lord! 

James  J.  Cummins.  1849. 
24 


GEXERAL    PETITION. 

24  7s, 

1  Holy  Jesus,  in  whose  Name 
Thou  hast  bid  Thy  servants  claim 
Of  the  Father's  love,  to  grant 

All  the  good  they  wish  or  want: 
Trusting  in  Thy  Name  alone, 
Draw  we  near  Thy  Father's  throne. 

2  Son  of  Man,  to  whom  is  given, 
"With  the  Majesty  of  Heaven, 
Partner  Thou  of  man's  estate. 
For  mankind  to  mediate: 

Hear  us,  when  with  Thee  we  plead 
For  Thy  flock  to  intercede! 

3  Saviour  of  the  world,  to  Thee 
Ever  bows  the  Church  her  knee: 
Thee,  her  only  Advocate ; 
Thee,  exalted  to  Thy  state. 
With  the  Holy  Grhost,  most  high 
In  the  Father's  majesty. 

Richard  Mant.  1837. 

25  a  M. 

1  Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 

"With  reverence  and  with  fear: 
Though  dust  and  ashes  in  Thy  sight, 
"\Ye  may,  we  must  draw  near. 

2  Burdened  with  guilt,  convinced  of  sin, 

In  Aveakness,  want,  and  woe, 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 
Lord,  whither  shall  we  go  ? 

3  Grod  of  all  grace,  we  come  to  Thee 

With  broken,  contrite  hearts ; 
Give,  what  Thine  eye  delights  to  see, 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts. 

2  25 


4  Give  deep  humility ;  the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give ; 
A  strong  desire,  with  confidence, 
Ti'  hear  Thy  voice  and  live: 

5  Faith  in  the  only  Sacrifice 

That  can  for  sin  atone; 
To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes 
On  Christ,  on  Christ  alone: 

6  Give  these,  and  then  Thy  will  be  done. 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We,  through  Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  Son, 
Shall  pray,  and  jiray  aright. 

James  Montgomery.  1825. 

26  7s. 

1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer: 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King  ; 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring: 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  "With  my  burden  I  begin ; 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin! 
Let  Thy  Blood,  for  sinners  spilt. 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest! 
Take  possession  of  my  breast; 

There  Thj'^  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here. 
Let  Thy  Love  my  spirit  cheer; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 
26 


GENERAL    PETITION. 

6  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

John  Newton.  1779. 

27  8,  7. 

1  Come,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Here  I  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  Thy  help  I'm  come; 
And  I  hope,  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

3  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interposed  His  precious  Blood. 

4  0,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter. 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  Thee. 

5  Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it, 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love; 
Here's  my  heart;  0  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  from  Thy  courts  above. 
Selina,  Countess  of  Huntingdon,  ah.  1650.  a. 

28  8,  7. 

1  Visit,  Lord,  Thy  habitation ! 

Breathe  Thy  peace  on  all  herein ; 
Peace,  the  foretaste  of  salvation ; 
Peace,  the  seal  of  pardoned  sin. 

27 


Let  Thy  love-infusing  Spirit 
On  each  heart  "be  shed  abroad; 

Raise  us,  by  Thy  boundless  merit, 
To  become  the  sons  of  God. 

2  Prince  of  Peace,  be  ever  near  us, 
Fix  in  every  heart  Thy  home; 
"With  Thy  sweet  communion  cheer  us, 

Quickly  let  Thy  kingdom  come. 
Answer  all  our  expectation; 

Give  our  longing  souls  to  j^rove 
Strong,  abiding  consolation. 
Heavenly,  everlasting  love. 

From  C.   Wesley.  1749. 

29  8,  7. 

1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down! 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling. 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion. 

Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart! 

2  Breathe,  0  breathe  Thy  loving  spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit. 

Let  us  find  Thy  promised  rest. 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be; 
Erfd  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 
I  Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver. 

Let  us  all  Thy  life  receive ; 
Graciously  return,  and  never, 
Never  more  Thy  temples  leave ! 

28 


GENERAL    PETITION. 

Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  Thee  as  Thy  hosts  above, 

Pray  and  joraise  Thee  without  ceasing, 
Glory  in  Thy  precious  love. 

4  Finish  then  Thy  new  creation. 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be; 

Let  us  see  Thy  great  salvation 

Perfectly  restored  in  Thee  ! 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place. 

Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

C.  Wesley.  1746.  a. 


30  Te  Ixta,  Mundl  Conditor  C,  M, 

1  Maker  of  earth,  to  Thee  alone 

Eternal  rest  belongs ; 
And  heavenly  choirs  around  Thy  throne 
Pour  forth  their  endless  songs. 

2  But  we — ah,  holy  now  no  more  ! 

Are  doomed  to  toil  and  pain; 
Yet  exiles  on  an  alien  shore 

May  sing  their  country's  strain. 

3  Father,  whose  pi-omise  binds  Thee  still 

To  heal  the  suppliant  throng, 
Grant  us  to  mourn  the  deeds  of  ill 
That  banish  us  so  long  ! 

4  And  while  we  mourn,  in  faith  to  rest 

Upon  Thy  Love  and  care  ; 
Till  Thou  restore  us,  with  the  blest, 
The  song  of  heaven  to  share  ! 

John  Mason  Neale?  1850. 
29 


SI  Alleluia,  dulce  Carmen.  8, 7* 

1  Alleluia !  best  and  sweetest 

Of  the  hj^mns  of  praise  above! 
Alleluia !  thou  repeatest, 

Angel  host,  these  notes  of  love. 

This  ye  utter, 
While  your  golden  harps  ye  move. 

,    2  Alleluia !  Church  victoriouAj 
Join  the  concert  of  the  sky ! 
Alleluia  !  bright  and  glorious, 

Lift,  ye  saints,  this  strain  on  high ! 

We,  poor  exiles. 
Join  not  yet  your  melody. 

3  Alleluia!  strains  of  gladness 

Suit  not  souls  with  anguish  torn  : 
Alleluia  !  sounds  of  sadness 
Best  become  our  state  forlorn  : 

Our  offences 
We  with  bitter  tears  must  mourn. 

4  But  our  earnest  supplication 

Holy  God,  we  raise  to  Thee : 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 
Make  us  all  Thy  joys  to  see  ! 

Alleluia  ! 
Ours  at  length  this  strain  shall  be. 

John  Chandler.  1837. 


THE   LORD  S   DAY. 

32  ,  7s. 

1  Father,  who  the  light  this  day 
Out  of  darkness  didst  create, 
Shine  upon  us  now,  we  pray, 

While  within  Thy  courts  we  wait. 
Wean  us  from  the  works  of  night, 
Make  us  children  of  the  light. 
30 


THE    lord's    day. 

2  Saviour,  who  this  day  didst  break 

From  the  bondage  of  the  tomb, 
Bid  our  slumbering  souls  awake ; 

Shine  through  all  their  sin  and  gloom ; 
Let  us,  from  our  bonds  set  free, 
Rise  from  sin,  and  live  to  Thee. 

3  Blessed  Spirit,  Comforter, 

Sent  this  day  with  power  from  high; 
Lord,  on  us  Thy  gifts  confer, 

Cleanse,  illumine,  sanctify; 
Be  Thine  influence  shed  abroad ; 
Lead  us  to  the  truth  of  God. 

Unknown.  1859. 

33  ^'  ^' 

1  This  day  the  light,  of  heavenly  birth, 
First  streamed  upon  the  new-born  earth: 
0  Lord,  this  day  upon  us  shine, 

And  fill  our  souls  with  light  divine. 

2  This  day  the  Saviour  left  the  grave, 
And  rose,  omnipotent  to  save  : 

0  Jesus,  may  we  raised  be 

From  death  of  sin  to  life  in  Thee. 

3  This  day  the  Holy  Spirit  came. 
With  fiery  tongues  of  cloven  flame: 
0  Spirit,  fill  our  hearts  this  day 
With  grace  to  hear,  and  grace  to  pray. 

4  0  day  of  Light,  and  Life,  and  Grace ! 
From  earthly  toils  sweet  resting-place! 
Thy  hallowed  hours,  best  gift  of  love, 
We  give  again  to  God  above. 

^Villiam  Walsham  Hoio.  1859.  a. 
31 


WORSHIP. 

34:  a  31, 

1  Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm,  most  bright, 

The  first  and  best  of  days  ; 
The  laborer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
The  day  of  prayer  and  praise ! 

2  My  Saviour's  face  made  thee  to  shine, 

His  rising  did  thee  raise; 
This  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 
^Beyond  the^ommon  days. 

3  The  first  fruits  oft  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind; 
And  they  that  do  a  Sabbath  love, 
A  happy  week  shall  find. 

4  This  day  must  I  for  God  appear. 

For,  Lord,  the  day  is  Thine ; 
0  let  me  spend  it  in  Thy  fear. 
Then  shall  the  day  be  mine. 

John  Mason.  1683.  a. 


3S         Licht  von  Licht,  erleuchte  mich.     t fS^t* 

1  Light  of  light,  enlighten  me, 

Now  anew  the  day  is  dawning ; 
Sun  of  grace,  the  shadows  flee. 

Brighten  Thou  my  Sabbath  morning. 
With  Thy  joyous  sunshine  blest, 
Happy  is  my  day  of  rest ! 

2  Fount'of  all  our  joy  and  peace, 

To  Thy  living  waters  lead  me ; 
Thou  from  earth  my  soul  release. 

And  with  grace  and  mercy  feed  me. 
Bless  Thy  Word,  that  it  may  prove 
Rich  in  fruits  that  Thou  dost  love. 
32 


THE    LOED  S    DAY. 

3  Kindle  Thou  the  sacrifice 

That  upon  my  lips  is  lying; 
Clear  the  shadows  from  mine  eyes, 

That,  from  every  error  flying. 
No  strange  fire  within  me  glow 
That  Thine  altar  doth  not  know. 

4  Let  me  with  my  heart  to-day, 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  singing. 
Rapt  awhile  from  earth  away, 

All  my  soul  to  Thee  up-springing. 
Have  a  foretaste  inly  given. 
How  they  worship  Thee  in  heaven. 

5  Rest  in  me  and  I  in  Thee, 

Build  a  paradise  within  me; 
0  reveal  Thyself  to  me, 

Blessed  Love,  who  diedst  to  win  me : 
Fed  from  Thine  exhaustless  urn, 
^  Pure  and  bright  my  lamp  shall  burn. 

6  Hence  all  care,  all  vanity. 

For  the  day  to  God  is  holy  : 
Come,  thou  glorious  Majesty, 

Deign  to  fill  this  temple  lowly; 
Naught  to-day  my  soul  shall  move, 
Simply  resting  in  Thj  Love. 

Miss  Winkicorth.  1858. 

Tr.  Benjamin  Sehmolk.  1731. 

36  7s. 

1  Safely  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way : 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

"Waiting  in  His  courts  to-day; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

33 


2  Mercies  multiplied  each  hour 

Through  the  week,  our  praise  demand; 
Guarded  by  Thy  mighty  power, 

Fed  and  guided  by  Thy  hand; 
Though  ungrateful  we  have  been, 
Only  made  returns  of  sin. 

3  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Ptedeemer's  name. 
Show  Thy  reconciling  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  Thee. 

4  Here  we're  come,  Thy  name  to  praise; 

Let  us  feel  Thy  presence  near : 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes. 

While  we  in  Thy  house  appear: 
Here  afford  us.  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

5  May  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  for  all  complaints. 
Thus  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove. 
Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 

John  Newton.  1779.  a. 

37  L,  M. 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  : 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest. 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  blest. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  Love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds  ; 
Provides  an  antepast  of  heaven. 

And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 
34 


THE    LORD  S    DAY. 

3  0  that  our  thoughts  and.  thanks  may  rise 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  who  feels  it  knows. 

4  With  joy  God's  wondrous  works  we  view 
In  various  scenes  both  old  and  new ; 
With  praise  we  think  on  mercies  past. 
With  hope  we  future  pleasures  taste. 

5  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away. 

How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 

Froin  Joseph  Stennett.  1732. 

38  PSALM  118.  a  M, 

1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made; 

He  calls  the  hours  His  own. 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  He  rose  and  left  the  dead. 

And  Satan's  empire  fell; 
To-day  the  saints  His  triumph  spread. 
And  all  His  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son ; 
Help  us,  0  Lord;  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  Thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace ; 
Who  comes  in  God  His  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  Church  on  earth  can  raise ; 
The  highest  heavens,  in  which  He  reigns. 
Shall  give  Him  nobler  praise.   Watts.  1719. 

35 


39  7s. 

1  Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 

Christ,  the  true,  the  only  Light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night; 
Dayspring  from  on  high,  be  near; 
Daystar,  in  my  heart  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

Unaccompanied  by  Thee ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  I  see: 
Till  Thou  inward  light  impart. 
Glad  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 

3  Visit  then  this  soul  of  mine ; 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  me.  Radiancy  divine; 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief: 
More  and  more  Th,yself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

C.  Weslexj.  1740. 

r^O  Morgenglanz  der  Eivigkeit.  7s* 

1  Jesus,  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

Brightest  beam  of  love  divine. 
With  the  earl}'  morning  rays 

Do  Thou  on  our  darkness  shine, 
And  dispel  with  purest  light 
All  our  [long  and  gloomy]  night ! 

2  Like  the  sun's  reviving  ray. 

May  Thy  Love,  with  tender  glow, 
All  our  coldness  melt  away, 

Warm  and  cheer  us  forth  to  go, 
Gladly  serve  Thee  and  obey 
All  our  [life's  short  earthly]  day ! 


THE    LORD  S   DAT. 

3  Thou  our  only  Life  and  Guide ! 

Never  leave  us  nor  forsake  : 
In  Thy  light  may  we  abide 

Till  the  endless  morning  break  ; 
Moving  on  to  Zion's  hill, 
[Onward,  upward,]  homeward  still  f 

II.  L.  L.  1853.  a. 
Tr.  Christian  Knorr  von  Rosenroth.  16S4, 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP, 

41  PSALM  132.  C,  31, 

1  Arise,  0  King  of  grace,  arise. 

And  enter  to  Thy  rest  ; 
Behold,  Thy  Church,  with  longing  eyes, 
y»''aits  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  Thy  glorious  train. 

Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  Word; 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 

Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows ; 

Here  let  Thy  praise  be  spread; 

Bless  the  provisions  of  Thy  house. 

And  till  Thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine; 
Justice  and  truth  His  court  maintain. 

With  love  and  power  divine.  Watts.  1719.  a 

42  PSALM  84.  S.  31, 

1  Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  Thy  Love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  Thine  abode  1      With  warm  desires 

My  heart  aspires,  To  see  my  God. 

37 


2  0  happy  souls,  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
0  happy  men,  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  Thee  still;  I       That  love  the  way 
And  happy  They  |       To  Zion's  hill, 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears. 

0  glorious  seat,  I       Shall  thither  bring 
When  God  our  King      |       Our  willing  feet ! 

Watts.  1719. 

43  PSALM  122.  C.  M. 

1  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place. 

And  joy  a  constant  guest; 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

2  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

Watts.  1719. 

44  PSALM   92.  L,  31. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 

To  praise  Thy  Xame,  give  thanks,  and  sing; 
To  show  Thy  Love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

Ino  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast. 
My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  His  works,  and  bless  His  Word. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine ; 
How  deep  Thy  counsels,  how  divine ! 

And  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart. 

4  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 

In  that  eternal  world  of  joy.  Watts.  1719. 

45  L.  31. 

1  Away  from  every  mortal  care, 

Away  from  earth,  our  souls  retreat ; 
We  leave  this  worthless  world  afar,      • 
And  wait  and  worship  near  Thy  seat. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temples  of  Thy  grace, 

We  bow  before  Thee  and  adore ; 
We  view  the  glories  of  Thy  face. 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  Thy  power. 

3  Whilst  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn. 

United  prayers  ascend  on  high; 
And  faith  expects  a  sure  return 
Of  blessings  in  variety. 

4  Father  !  my  soul  would  here  abide ; 

Or,  if  my  feet  must  hence  depart. 
Still  keep  me,  Father,  near  Thy  side, 
Still  keep  Thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

From  Watts.  1709. 

46  7s. 

1  To  Thy  temple  I  repair : 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there  ; 
When,  within  the  veil,  I  meet 
Christ  before  the  mercy  seat. 

2  I  through  Him  am  reconciled, 

I  through  Him  become  Thy  child  : 
Abba,  Father !  give  me  grace 
In  Thy  courts  to  seek  Thy  face. 

39 


40 


WORSHIP. 

3  While  Thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  ruy  lips,  unloose  my  tongue: 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord  my  Righteousness. 

4  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend  ; 
Hear  me,  for  Thy  Spirit  pleads7 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

5  While  I  hearken  to  Thy  Law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe; 
Till  Thy  Gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

6  While  Thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  Thy  Name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith  may  I 
Hear  Thee  speaking  from  the  sky. 

7  From  Thy  house  when  I  return. 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

"  I  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

James  Montgomery.   1825.  o. 

Liehster  Jesii,  tvir  sind  hit^^      t fS^S, 

1  Blessed  Jesus,  at  Thy  word 

We|^thered  all  to  hear  Thee ; 
Let  ou>  hearts  and  souls  be  stirred 

Now  to  seek  and  love  and  fear  Thee ; 
By  Thy  teachings  sweet  and  holy, 
Drawn  from  earth  to  love  Thee  solely. 

2  All  our  knowledge,  sense,  and  sight 

Lie  in  deepest  darkness  shrouded, 
Till  Thy  Spirit  breaks  our  night 

With  the  beams  of  truth  unclouded. 
Thou  alone  to  God  canst  win  us, 
Thou  must  work  all  good  within  us. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  Glorious  Lord,  Thyself  impart ! 

Light  of  light,  from  God  proceeding, 
Open  Thou  our  ears  and  heart, 

Help  us  by  Thy  Spirit's  pleading. 
Hear  the  cry  Thy  people  raises, 
Hear,  and  bless  our  prayers  and  praises. 
Miss  V,lnk worth.   1S58. 
Tr.  Tobias  Clausnitzer.  1671. 

•JtS  Angulare  Fundamentum.  H,  31. 

1  Christ  is  our  Corner-stone  ; 

On  Him  alone  we  build ; 
With  His  true  saints  alone 

The  courts  of  heaven  are  filled : 
On  His  great  Love         I       Of  present  grace 
Our  hopes  we  place,       |      And  joys  above. 

2  0  then,  with  hymns  of  praise 

These  hallowed  courts  shall  ring  ! 
Our  voices  we  will  raise. 

The  Three  in  One  to  sing  ; 
And  thus  proclaim         I       Both  loud  and  long. 
In  joyful  song,  |       That  glorious  Name. 

3  Here,  gracious  God,  do  Thou 

For  evermore  draw  nigh  ; 
Accept  each  faithful  vow. 

And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh : 
In  copious  shower,         I       Each  holy  day, 
On  all  who  pray,  |       Thy  blessing  pour. 

4  Here  may  we  gain  from  heaven 

The  grace  which  we  implore. 
And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 
Be  with  us  evermore, 
Until  that  day  i       To  endless  rest 

"When  ail  the  bl^st         |      Are  called  away. 
3  41 


■WORSHIP. 

5  Praise  to  the  God  of  heaven, 
Praise  to  His  only  Son ; 
And  praise  to  Him  lie  given 
Who  joins  them  both  in  One  ; 
The  Holy  Dove,  I       For  the  blest  seat 

Who  makes  us  meet       j       Of  G-od  above. 

John  Chandler.  1837. 

49  CM, 

1  Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  Thy  salvation,  Lord; 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  Thy  Word  ! 

2  My  Hope,  my  Portion,  and  my  God, 

How  little  art  Thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  Thy  rod, 
And  blessings  of  Thy  throne  ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

4  Great  God,  Thy  sovereign  power  impart 

To  give  Thy  Worii  success ; 
Write  Thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  Thy  grace. 

5  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 

Watts.  ir09.  a. 

50  CM. 

1  Freqijent  the  day  of  God  returns. 
To  shed  its  quickening  beams; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns. 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 
42 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love ; 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive. 
We  would  be  like  Thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  Thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end  ; 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air,   . 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine  ; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  Love  divine. 

Simon  Broicne.  1720.  a, 

51  CM. 

1  0  Unity  of  Threefold  Light, 

Send  out  Thy  loveliest  ray, 
And  scatter  our  transgressions'  night. 

And  turn  it  into  day ! 
Make  us  those  temples,  pure  and  fair. 

Thy  glory  loveth  well. 
The  spotless  tabernacles,  where 

Thou  mayest  vouchsafe  to  dwell ! 

2  The  glorious  hosts  of  peerless  night 

That  ever  see  Thy  face, 
Thou  makest  mirrors  of  Thy  light. 

And  vessels  of  Thy  grace  : 
Thou,  when  their  wondrous  strain  they  weave, 

Hast  jjleasure  in  the  lay : 
Deign  thus  our  praises  to  receive. 

Though  sung  by  lips  of  clay ! 

3  And  yet  Thyself  they  cannot  know, 

Nor  pierce  the  veil  of  light 
That  hides  Thee  from  the  thrones  below, 
As  in  profoundest  night: 

43 


How  then  can  mortal  accents  frame 

Due  tribute  to  their  King  ? 
Thou  only,  while  we  praise  Thy  Xame,' 
Forgive  us  as  we  sing  ! 

John  Mason  Neale.  1862.  a. 

Tr.  Metrophanes  of  Smyrna,  ah.  910. 


CLOSE    OF    WORSHIP. 

52  a  31, 

1  Almighty  God !  Thy  Word  is  cast 
Like  seed  into  the  ground  ; 
Now  let  the  dew  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove ; 
But  give  it  root  in  every  heart, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 

The  rising  plant  destroy: 
But  let  it  yield  a  hundred  fold 
The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 

4  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown, 

Thy  quickening  grace  bestow, 
That  all  whose  souls  the  truth  receive. 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 

John  Cawood.  1825. 

53  II.3I. 

1  On  what  has  now  been  sown, 
Thy  blessing,  Lord,  bestow; 
The  power  is  Thine  alone 

To  make  it  spring  and  grow: 
Do  Thou  the  gracious  harvest  raise. 
And  Thou  alone  shalt  have  the  praise. 
44 


CLOSE    or    WORSHIP. 

2  To  Thee  our  wants  are  known, 

From  Thee  are  all  our  powers, 
Accept  what  is  Thine  own, 

And  pardon  what  is  ours : 
Our  praises,  Lord,  and  prayers  receive, 
And  to  Thy  Word  a  blessing  give. 

3  0  grant  that  each  of  us. 

Who  meet  before  Thee  here, 
May  meet  together  thus. 

When  Thou  and  Thine  appear. 
And  follow  Thee  to  heaven  our  home ; 
Even  so.  Amen,  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 

John  Newton.  1779. 

54  8,7. 

1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing. 

Fill  our  hearts  with  J03'  and  peace! 
Let  us  each.  Thy  Love  possessing. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 
0  refresh  us. 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration 

For  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound. 
May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  : 
May  Thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal 's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven. 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey. 
May  we,  ready, 
Rise  and  I'eign  in  endless  day. 

Unhioion.  1776.  a. 
45 


55  Ach  sei  mit  Deiner  Gnade.  7"^  6, 

1  Abide  with  us,  our  Saviour, 

Nor  let  Thy  mercy  cease ; 
From  Satan's  might  defend  us. 
And  gi-ant  our  souls  release. 

2  Abide  with  us,  our  Saviour, 

Sustain  us  by  Thy  Word ; 
That  we  with  all  Thy  people 
To  life  may  be  restored. 

3  Abide  with  us,  our  Saviour, 

Thou  Light  of  endless  light; 
Increase  to  us  Thy  blessings. 
And  save  us  by  Thy  might. 

4  To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

Eternal  One  in  Three, 
As  was,  and  is  forever. 
All  praise  and  glory  be. 
Unknown.  1848. 
Tr.  Charles  Bernard  Garve.  1827. 

56  7s. 

1  Lord,  Thou  art  the  Truth  and  Way : 
Guide  us,  lest  we  go  astrav. 

Lord,  Thou  art  the  Life :  by  Thee 
May  we  gain  eternity. 

2  In  ourselves  we  cannot  trust ; 
Lord,  remember  we  are  dust ! 
Thou  who  all  our  frailty  know'st. 
Send  Thou  us  Thy  Holy  Ghost ! 

Uuknoicn.  1850.  a. 
From  the  Danish. 

57  8,7. 

1  Saviour  !  all  my  sins  confessing. 
Gracious  hear  me  when  I  cry; 
Give,  through  faith,  the  promised  blessing, 
Freelv,  fully  Just  if i/. 
46  ' 


CLOSE    OF    WORSHIP. 

2  By  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  leading, 

Bring  me  to  Thy  bosom  nigh ; 
In  Thy  blessed  footsteps  treading, 
Soul  and  body  sanctify. 

3  So.  the  days  of  conflict  ended, 

Into  mansions  of  the  sk}-, 
Whither,  Lord,  Thou  art  ascended, 
"With  Thyself,  me  (ilorify. 

Thomas  Eaioeis.  1808. 

38  After  Evening  Service.        L,  31,  S  I. 

1  0  Saviour  !  bless  us  ere  we  go. 

Thy  Word  into  our  minds  instill ; 
And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to  glow 

With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
0  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light ! 

2  The  day  is  done,  its  hours  have  run, 

And  Thou  hast  taken  count  of  all ; 
The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, 

The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
0  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light ! 

3  Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 

True  absolution  and  release  ; 
And  bless  us  more  than  in  past  days 

With  purity  and  inward  peace. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
0  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light! 

4  Do  more  than  pardon:  give  us  joy. 

Sweet  fear  and  sober  liberty, 
And  loving  hearts  without  alloy, 

That  only  long  to  be  like  Thee. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
0  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light! 

47 


5  Labor  is  sweet,  fox-  Thou  hast  toiled  ; 

And  care  is  light,  for  Thou  hast  eared. 
Ah,  never  let  our  works  be  soiled 

With  self,  or  by  deceit  insnared. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
0  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light ! 

6  For  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad, 

The  sinful,  unto  Thee  we  call. 
0  let  Thy  mercy  make  us  glad ! 

Thou  art  our  Jesus  and  our  All. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
0  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light ! 

Frederic  W.  Faher.  1852.  a. 

39  7  s, 

1  Now  may  He  who  from  the  dead 

Brought  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  King  and  Head, 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

2  May  He  teach  us  to  fulfil 

What  is  pleasing  in  His  sight; 
Perfect  us  in  all  His  will, 

And  preserve  us  day  and  night. 

3  To  that  dear  Redeemer's  praise. 

Who  the  covenant  sealed  with  blood, 
Let  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
Loud  thanksgivings  to  our  God. 

John  Neicton.  1779. 

00  8,7, 

1  May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  Love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 
48 


CLOSE    OP    WOKSHIP. 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  eacti  other  and  the  Lord; 

And  rtosspss,  \n  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  aiford. 

John  Newton.  1779. 


GOD. 
Gi  a  M. 

1  Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God  in  persons  Three ; 
Of  Thee  we  make  our  joyful  boast. 
Our  songs  we  make  of  Thee. 

2  Present  alike  in  every  place, 

Thy  Godhead  we  adore  : 
Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space 
Thou  dwell'st  for  evermore. 

3  In  wisdom  infinite  Thou  art, 

Thine  eye  doth  all  things  see ; 
And  every  thought  of  every  heart 
Is  fully  known  to  Thee, 

4  Whate'er  Thou  wilt,  in  earth  below 

Thou  dost,  in  heaven  above; 

But  chiefly  we  rejoice  to  know 

The  Almighty  God  is  Love. 

5  Thou  lov'st  whate'er  Thy  hands  have  made; 

Thy  goodness  we  rehearse, 

In  shining  characters  displayed 

Throughou.t  our  universe. 

6  Mercy,  with  love,  and  endless  grace. 

O'er  all  Thy  works  doth  reign  : 
But  mostly  Thou  delighfst  to  bless 
Thy  favorite  creature,  man. 

49 


7  Wherefore  let  every  creature  give 
To  Thee  the  praise  designed  : 
But  chiefly,  Lord,  the  thaulis  receive, 

The  hearts  of  all  mankind.    C.  Wesley.  1766. 

62  a  31. 

1  Blest  be  our  everlasting  Lord, 

Our  Father,  God,  and  King ! 
Thy  sovereign  greatness  we  record,       ^ 
Thy  glorious  power  we  sing. 

2  By  Thee  the  victory  is  given  : 

The  majesty  divine, 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  earth  and  heaven, 
And  all  therein,  are  Thine. 

3  The  kingdom.  Lord,  is  Thine  alone, 

Who  dost  Thy  right  maintain. 
And,  high  on  Thine  eternal  throne, 
O'er  men  and  angels  reign. 

4  Riches,  as  seemeth  good  to  Thee, 

Thou  dost,  and  honor  give  ; 
And  kings  their  power  and  dignity 
Out  of  Thy  hand  receive. 

5  Thou  hast  on  us  the  grace  bestowed, 

Thy  greatness  to  proclaim ; 
And  therefore  now  we  thank  our  God, 
And  praise  Thy  glorious  Xame. 

6  Thy  glorious  Name,  Thy  nature's  powers. 

Thou  hast  to  man  made  known ; 
And  all  the  Deity  is  ours. 
Through  Thy  incarnate  Son. 

C.  Wesley.  1762.  a. 

63  a  31. 

1  Thousands  of  thousands  stand  around 
Thy  throne,  0  God  most  high  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  sound 
Thy  praise  :  but  who  am  I  ? 
50 


HIS    MAJESTY    AND    GREATNESS. 

2  Enlighten  with  faith's  light  my  heart, 

Intlame  it  with  love's  tire  ; 
So  shall  I  sing  and  bear  a  part 
With  that  celestial  choir. 

3  How  great  a  being,  Lord,  is  Thine, 

Which  doth  all  beings  keep ! 
Thy  Knowledge  is  the  only  line 
To  sound  so  vast  a  deep. 

4  Thou  art  a  Sea  without  a  shore, 

A  Sun  without  a  sphere ; 
Thy  time  is  now  and  evermore. 
Thy  place  is  every  where. 

5  How  good  art  Thou,  whose  Goodness  is 

Our  parent,  nurse  and  guide  ; 
Whose  streams  do  water  paradise. 
And  all  the  earth  beside  ! 

6  Thy  hidden  wonders,  God  of  grace  ! 

I  humbly  here  adore; 
Show  me  Thy  Glory  and  Thy  face. 
That  I  may  praise  Thee  more. 

John  Mason.  1683.  a. 

64  a  31, 

1  Great  God.  how  infinite  art  Thou ! 

How  frail  and  weak  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow. 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood. 

Ere  earth  or  heaven  was  made ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  all  open  lie 

To  Thine  immense  survey. 
From  the  formation  of  the  sky, 
.To  the  last  awful  day.  51 


4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  to  Thy  view. 
To  Thee  there's  nothing  old  appears ; 
To  Thee  there's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares  ; 
While  Thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  aifairs. 

6  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou ! 

How  frail  and  weak  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow. 

And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee.  Watts.'1709.  a. 

65  a  31. 

1  Holy  and  reverend  is  the  Name 

Of  our  eternal  King. 
Thrice  holy,  Lord  !  the  angels  cry : 
Thrice  holy,  let  us  sing. 

2  Holy  is  He  in  all  His  works. 

And  saints  are  His  delight; 
But  sinners  and  their  wicked  ways 
Shall  perish  from  his  sight. 

3  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind 

Pay,  0  m}'  soul,  to  God ; 
Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  His  sublime  abode. 

4  Thou,  righteous  God !  preserve  my  soul 

From  all  pollution  free  : 
The  pure  in  heart  are  Thy  delight, 
And  they  Thy  face  shall  see. 

*  John  Xeedham.  1768. 

66  PSALM  in.  CM, 

1  SoxGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 

To  my  almighty  God  : 
He  hath  my  heart,  and  He  my  tongue, 

To  spread  His  Name  abroad. 
52 


HIS    WISDOM    A>fD    OMXISCIENCE. 

2  How  great  the  works  His  Hand  hath  wrought  I 

How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 
And  men  in  everj^  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  most  exact  is  nature's  frame ! 

How  wise  the  eternal  Mind  ! 
His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme 
That  His  first  thoughts  designed. 

4  "When  He  redeemed  the  sons  of  men, 

He  fixed  His  covenant  sure  : 
The  orders  that  His  lips  pronounce 
To  endless  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time  and  earth  and  skies 

Thy  heavenly  skill  proclaim. 

What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise. 

But  learn  to  read  Thy  Name  ? 

6  To  fear  Thy  power,  to  trust  Thy  grace, 

Is  our  divinest  skill ; 
And  he's  the  wisest  of  our  race, 
Who  best  obeys  Thy  will. 

Watts.  1719. 
67  PSALM  139.  X.  31, 

1  Lord,  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through ; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 

My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  Within  Thy  circling  power  I  stand, 
On  every  side  I  find  Thy  hand: 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

3  Could  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove. 
To  quit  Thy  service  and  Thy  love. 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  Thj^  presence  shun, 
Or  from  Thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

53 


GOD. 

/ 

4  fhe  veil  of  night  is  no  disguise, 

No  screen  from  Thy  all-searching  eyes  ; 
Thy  hand  can  seize  Thy  foes  as  soon 
Through  midnight  shades,  as  blazing  noon. 

5  0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where're  I  rove,  where're  I  rest ! 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

Watts.  1719. 
From  Nahuin  Tate  and  Nicholas  Brady.  1696. 

68  PSALM  139.  C,  31, 

1  Lord,  all  I  am  is  known  to  Thee ! 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  Thy  presence,  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  Thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  formed  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word. 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  0  wondrous  knowledge,  deep,  and  high ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
"Within  Thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  Thy  grace  surround  me  still. 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

Watts.  1719.  a. 
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i 


HIS    GOODXESS. 

69  PSALM  103.  S,  31. 

1  0  Bless  the  Lord,  my  soul! 
Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  His  Xame, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
Nor  let  His  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'Tis  He  forgives  thy  sins  ; 
'Tis  He  relieves  thy  pain; 

'Tis  He  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  gives  thee  strength  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  Love, 
When  ransomed  from  the  grave; 

He  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good; 
He  gives  the  sufferers  rest : 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  the  opprest. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Moses  known  : 

But  sent  the  world  His  truth  and  grace 
By  His  beloved  Son.     Watts.   1719.  a. 

70  PSALM  103.  S,  31 

1  My  soul,  repeat  His  praise. 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 

Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide; 
And,  when  his  wrath  is  felt, 

His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

65 


3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  far  the  riches  of  His  grace 

Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  subdues  our  sins  ; 
And  His  forgiving  Love, 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 
Or  like  the  morning  flower ; 

If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

6  But  Thy  compassions.  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

Watts.  1719. 

71  PSALM  145.  C.3I. 

1  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  Thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King  ! 
Let  age  to  age  Thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies: 
Through  the  whole  earth  His  bounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes,  Thy  creatures  wait 

On  Thee  for  daily  food: 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  Thy  compassions,  Lord ! 

How  slow  Thine  anger  moves ! 
But  soon  He  sends  His  pardoning  word, 
To  cheer  the  souls  He  loves. 
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HIS    MERCV    AND    FAITHFULXESS. 

Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thj  power  and  praise  proclaim ; 
But  saints,  who  taste  Thy  richer  grace. 

Delight  to  bless  Thy  Name.         Watts.  1719. 

72  a  M, 

1  Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

AVith  songs  of  sacred  praise  ; 

For  He  is  good,  immensely  good. 

And  kind  are  all  His  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  His  guardian  care; 

In  Him  we  live  and  move : 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  His  Love. 

3  He  gave  His  Son,  His  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms. 
'Tis  here  He  makes  His  goodness  known 
In  its  divinest  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge.  Lord,  we  come; 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds  with  kind  regard 

The  souls  who  trust  in  Thee  ; 
Their  humble  hope  Thou  wilt  reward 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  Thy  almighty  Love 

What  honors  shall  we  raise? 
Not  all  the  raptured  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

Anne  Stede.  1760. 

73  C.  M, 

1  Thy  ceaseless,  unexhausted  Love, 
L^nmerited  and  free, 
Delights  our  evil  to  remove, 
And  help  our  misery. 
4  57 


2  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still; 

Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear ; 
That,  saved,  we  may-  Thy  goodness  feel. 
And  all  Thy  grace  declare. 

3  Thy  goodness  and  Thy  truth,  to  me, 

To  every  soul  abound; 
A  vast  unfathomable  sea. 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned. 

4  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach. 

So  plenteous  is  the  store ; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  for  evermore. 

5  Faithful,  0  Lord,  Thy  mercies  are, 

A  rock  that  cannot  move  : 
A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

6  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns. 

Unalterably  sure ; 
And,  while  the  truth  of  God  remains. 
His  goodness  must  endure. 

a  Wesley.  1762. 

74  8,  7. 

1  God  is  Love  :  His  mercy  brightens 

All  the  jjath  in  which  we  rove ; 
Bliss  He  wakes,  and  woe  He  lightens : 
God  is  Wisdom,  God  is  Love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move : 
But  Hjs  mercy  waneth  never ; 
God  is  Wisdom,  God  is  Love. 

3  Even  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  His  changeless  goodness  prove; 
From  the  gloom  His  brightness  streameth : 
God  is  Wisdom,  God  is  Love. 
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HIS    WORKS. 


He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 
Hope  and  comfort  from  above : 

Everywhere  His  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  Wisdom,  God  is  Love. 

Sir  John  Bo  wring.   1825. 


CREATION. 

75  10, 11. 

1  My  soul,  praise  the  Lord,  speak  good  of  His  Name! 
His  mercies  record,  His  bounties  proclaim. 

To  God,  their  Creator,  let  all  creatures  raise 
The  song  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus  of  praise  ! 

2  Though  hid  from  man's  sight,  God  sits  on  His 

throne. 
Yet  here  by  His  works  their  Author  is  known. 
The  world  shines  a  mirror  its  Maker  to  show; 
And  heaven  views  its  image  reflected  below. 

3  By  knowledge  supreme,  by  wisdom  divine, 
God  governs  this  earth  with  gracious  design. 
O'er  beast,  bird,  and  insect.  His  Providence  reigns, 
Whose  will  first  created,  whose  Love  still  sustains. 

4  And  man.  His  last  work,  with  reason  endued, 
Who,  falling  through  sin,  by  grace  is  renewed: 
To  God,  his  Creator,  let  man  ever  raise 

The  song  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus  of  praise. 
Thomas  Park.  1807. 


76  L.  31. 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

59 


CREATION    AND    PROVIDENCE. 

2  The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  poiyer  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  Hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale; 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth: 

4  Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn. 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll. 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball. 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found; 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice. 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 

"  The  Hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

Joseph  Addison.  1728. 

77  Himmcl,  Erde,  Ln.ft,  und  Meer.  ts. 

1  Heaven  and  earth,  and  sea  and  air. 
All  their  Maker's  praise  declare: 
Wake,  my  soul,  away  and  sing, 
Now  thy  grateful  praises  bring. 

2  See  the  glorious  orb  of  day 
Breaking  through  the  clouds  his  way: 
Moon  and  stars  with  silvery  light 
Praise  Him  through  the  silent  night. 

3  See  how  He  hath  everywhere 
Made  this  earth  so  rich  and  fair  ; 
Hill  and  vale  and  fruitful  land. 
All  things  living,  show  His  Hand. 

60 


4  See  how  through  the  boundless  sky- 
Fresh  and  free  the  birds  do  fly; 
Fire  and  wind  and  storm  are  still 
Servants  of  His  royal  Will. 

5  See  the  water's  ceaseless  flow. 
Ever  circling  to  and  fro  : 
From  the  sources  to  the  sea, 
Still  it  rolls  in  praise  to  Thee. 

6  Lord,  great  wonders  workest  Thou! 
To  Thy  sway  all  creatures  bow : 
Write  Thou  deeply  in  my  heart 
What  I  am,  and  what  Thou  art ! 

From  Miss  Winkivorth.  1858. 
Tr,  Joachim  Neander.  1677. 

78  a  M. 

1  Thou  wast,  0  God,  and  Thou  wast  blest 

Before  the  world  begun  ; 
Of  Thine  Eternity  possest 

Before  time's  glass  did  run. 
Thou  needest  none  Thy  praise  to  sing, 

As  if  Thy  joy  could  fade  : 
Could'st  Thou  have  needed  anything, 

Thoti  couldst  have  nothing  made. 

2  Great  and  good  God,  it  pleased  Thee 

Thy  Godhead  to  declai*e ; 
And  what  Thy  goodness  did  decree. 

Thy  greatness  did  prepare  : 
Thou  spak'st,  and  heaven  and  earth  appeared, 

And  answered  to  Thy  call ; 
As  if  their  Maker's  voice  they  heard. 

Which  is  the  creature's  all. 

3  To  whom,  Lord,  should  I  sing,  but  Thee, 

The  Maker  of  my  tongue  ? 
Lo!  other  lords  would  seize  on  me, 
But  I  to  Thee  belong. 

61 


CREATION   AND    PROVIBENCE. 

As  waters  haste  unto  their  sea, 

And  earth  unto  its  earth, 
So  let  my  soul  return  to  "Thee, 

From  whom  it  had  its  birth. 
But  ah !  I'm  fallen  on  the  night, 

And  cannot  come  to  Thee : 
Yet  speak  the  word,  "Let  there  be  light;" 

It  shall  enlighten  me. 
And  let  Thy  Word,  most  mighty  Lord, 

Thy  fallen  creature  raise ; 
0  make  me  o'er  again,  and  I 

Shall  sing  my  Maker's  praise. 

John  Mason.  1683. 


PROVIDENCE. 

79  a  31. 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  : 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea. 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill. 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs. 
And  works  His  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take : 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense. 

But  trust  Him  for  His  grace; 
Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast. 

Unfolding  every  hour. 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
62        But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 


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PROVIDENCE. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  His  works  in  vain. 
God  is  His  own  interpreter, 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 

William  Cowper.  1779. 

80  a  31. 

1  Thy  way,  0  God,  is  in  the  seaj 

Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace, 

Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 

Of  Thy  unbounded  grace. 

2  Here  the  dark  veils  of  flesh  and  sense 

My  captive  soul  surround  ; 
Mysterious  deeps  of  Providence 
My  wondering  thoughts  confound. 

3  As  through  a  glass,  I  dimly  see 

The  wonders  of  Thy  Love; 
How  little  do  I  know  of  Thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 

4  'Tis  but  in  part  I  know  Thy  will; 

I  bless  Thee  for  the  sight,- 
"When  will  Thy  Love  the  rest  reveal, 
In  glory's  clearer  light? 

5  With  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 

Thy  Providence  and  Grace, 

And  spend  an  everlasting  day 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

John  Fawcett.  1782. 

81  PSALM  23.  S,  31, 

1       The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 

I  shall  be  well  supplied : 
Since  He  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 

What  can  I  want  beside? 

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CREATION   AND  PROVIDENCE. 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows, 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  His  own  right  way, 
For  His  most  holy  Name. 

4  While  He  affords  His  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  : 

Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark  shade. 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  The  bounties  of  Thy  love 
Shall  crown  my  following  days; 

Nor  from  Thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  Thy'praise.    Watts.  IHP^ 

82  PSALM  23.  i.  31.  61. 

1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare. 
And  feed  me  with  a  shejiherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye: 
M}'  noon-day  walks  He  shall  attend. 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant; 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary  wandering  steps  He  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow. 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

0  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  stray. 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile; 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned. 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

(54 


PROVIDENCE. 

4  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  trcad^ 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  Thou,  0  Lord,  art  with  me  still: 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid. 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

Joseph,  Addison.  172S. 

S3  PSALM  34.  C,  M. 

1  THRorGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life. 

In  trouble  and  in  joy. 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  emploj'. 

2  Of  His  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  that  are  distrest 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  0,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me. 

With  me  exalt  His  Name  ! 
When  in  distress  on  Him  I  called. 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just; 

Deliverance  He  affords  to  all 

Who  on  His  succor  trust. 

6  0,  make  but  trial  of  His  Love: 
Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  His  truth  confide. 
6  Fear  Him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 
Have  nothing  else  to  fear; 
Make  you  His  service  your  delight. 
He'll  make  your  wants  His  care. 
'Nahum  Tate  and  Nicholas  Brady.  1696.  a. 

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CREATION    AND    PROVIDENCE. 

84:  a  31. 

1  How  are  Thy  servants  blest,  0  Lord! 

How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 
Eternal  Wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help  Omnipotence. 

2  From  all  my  griefs  and  straits,  0  Lord! 

Thy  mercy  sets  me  free; 
Whilst  in  the  confidence  of  prayer 
My  heart  takes  hold  on  Thee. 

3  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  death, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore; 
And  praise  Thee  for  Thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

4  My  life,  while  Thou  preserv'st  my  life. 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be; 
And  0,  may  death,  when  death  shall  come, 
Unite  my  soul  to  Thee! 

Joseph  Addison.  1728.  a. 

85  C,  M. 

1  My  God,  my  only  Help  and  Hope, 

My  strong  and  sure  Defence, 
For  all  my  safety  and  my  peace 
I  bless  Thy  Providence. 

2  The  daily  favors  of  my  God 

I  cannot  sing  at  large  : 
Yet  let  me  make  this  holy  boast, 
I  am  the  Almighty's  charge. 

3  Lord,  in  the  day  Thou  art  about 

The  paths  wherein  I  tread; 
And  in  the  night,  when  I  lie  down. 
Thou  art  about  my  bed. 
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PROVIDENCE. 

4  Naked  I  came  into  the  world, 

And  nothing  with  me  brought; 
And  nothing  have  I  here  deserved,  . 
Yet  have  I  hacked  nought. 

5  I  do  not  bless  my  laboring  hand, 

My  laboring  head,  or  chance ; 
Thy  Providence,  most  gracious  God, 
Is  mine  inheritance, 

John  Mason.  1683. 

SO  C,  31. 

1  Lord,  what  is  man,  that  child  of  pride, 

That  boasts  his  high  degree? 
If  one  poor  moment  he  be  left. 
He  sinks,  and  where  is  he? 

2  In  Thee  I  live,  and  move,  and  am ; 

Thou  deal'st  me  out  my  days; 
As  Thou  renew'st  my  being.  Lord, 
Let  me  renew  Thy  praise. 

3  From  Thee  I  am,  through  Thee  I  am, 

And  for  Thee  I  must  be; 
'Twere  better  for  me  not  to  live, 
Than  not  to  live  to  Thee. 

4  My  God,  Thou  art  my  glorious  Sun, 

By  whose  bright  beams  I  shine : 
As  Thou,  Lord,  ever  art  with  me, 
Let  me  be  ever  Thine. 

5  Thou  art  my  living  Fountain,  Lord, 

Whose  streams  on  me  do  flow; 
Myself  I  render  unto  Thee. 
To  whom  mj'self  I  owe. 

6  As  Thou,  Lord,  an  immortal  soul 

Hast  breathed  into  me; 
So  let  my  soul  be  breathing  forth 
Immortal  thanks  to  Thee. 

John  Mason.  1683. 
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CREATIOX   AND    PROTIDEXCE.. 

87  a  31. 

1  Shixe  on  our  souls,. eternal  God! 
•     With  rays  of  beauty  shine : 

0  let  Thy  favor  crown  our  days, 
And  all  their  round  be  Thine. 

2  Did  we  not  raise  our  hands  to  Thee, 

Our  hands  might  toil  in  vain  : 
Small  joy  success  itself  could  give, 
If  Thou  Thy  Love  restrain. 

3  '_Tis  ours  the  furrows  to  prepare. 

And  sow  the  precious  grain  ; 
'Tis  Thine  to  give  the  sun  and  air, 
And  to  command  the  i-ain. 

4  "With  Thee  let  every  week  begin, 

With  Thee  each  day  be  spent, 
For  Thee  each  fleeting  hour  improved. 
Since  each  by  Thee  is  lent. 

5  Thus  cheer  us  through  this  toilsome  road, 

Till  all  our  labors  cease; 
And  heaven  refresh  our  weary  souls 
With  everlasting  peace. 

Philiji  Doddridge.  1G55.  o. 

SS  C.  31. 

1  0  God  of  Jacob,  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed  : 
Who,  through  this  weary  pilgrimage, 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ! 

2  To  Thee  our  humble  vows  we  raise, 

To  Thee  address  our  prayer ; 
And  ift  Thy  kind  and  faithful  breast 
Deposit  all  our  care. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 
Give  us  by  day  our  dailj^  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 


PROVIDENCE. 

4  0  spread  Thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease; 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

5  To  Thee,  as  to  our  covenant  God, 

We'll  our  whole  selves  resign  ; 
And  thankful  own,  that  all  we  are, 
And  all  we  have,  is  Thine. 

Doddridge.  1755.  a. 

89  a  31. 

1  And  art  Thou  with  us,  gracious  Lord, 

To  dissipate  our  fear  ? 
Dost  Thou  proclaim  Thyself  our  God, 
Our  God  forever  near  ? 

2  Doth  Th}'  right  hand,  which  formed  the  earth. 

And  bears  up  all  the  skies, 
Stretch  from  on  high  its  friendly  aid. 
When  dangers  round  us  rise  ? 

3  And  wilt  Thou  lead  our  weary  souls 

To  that  delightful  scene. 
Where  rivers  of  salvation  flow 
Through  pastures  ever  green  ? 

4  On  Thy  support  our  souls  shall  lean. 

And  banish  every  care ; 
The  gloomy  vale  of  death  shall  smile. 
If  God  be  with  us  there. 

5  While  we  His  gracious  succour  prove, 

'Midst  all  our  various  ways, 
The  darkest  shades  through  which  we  pass 
Shall  echo  with  His  praise.  « 

Doddridge.  1755. 
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CREATION   AXD    PROVIDEXCE. 

THE    MINISTRY    OF    ANGELS. 
f)0  Christe,  qui  sedes  Olympo.     10^  H, 

1  0  LoBD  are  the  strains  of  the  angels  of  light, 
Who  praise  Him  that  reigns  in  glory  and  might : 
May  we  too,  combining  our  own  feeble  lays, 
Now  please  him  by  joining  their  chorus  of  praise. 

2  Blest  spirits  of  light,  how  fair  their  abode ! 
They  stand  in  the  height  before  our  great  God ; 
Forevfirmore  sharing  His  counsels  of  love, 
His  people  preparing  for  regions  above. 

3  When  sickness  assails,  they  save  us  from  fear : 
When  breath  of  life  fails  they  still  hover  near; 
And.so  when,  life  ended,  our  spirits  take  flight, 
By  them  we're  attended  to  mansions  of  light. 

4  0  praise  Him  who  gave  the  Son  of  His  Love ; 
And  Him  who  to  save  came  down  from  above ; 
And  let  equal  praises  the  Spirit  extol, 

Who  comforts  and  raises  and  strengthens  the  soul. 
John  Chandler.  1841.    a. 

91  Tibi,  Christe,  Splendor  Patris.    8,  7,  7. 

1  JEsr§,  Brightness  of  the  Father, 

Life  and  Strength  of  all  who  live ! 
In  the  presence  of  the  angels. 

Glory  to  Thy  name  we  give : 
And  Thy  wondrous  praise  rehearse, 
Singing  in  harmonious  verse. 

2  Blessed  Lord,  by  their  protection. 

Shelter  us  from  harm  this  day : 
Keep  us  pure  in  flesh  and  spirit; 

Sav^us  from  the  enemy  : 
And  vouchsafe  us,  by  Thy  grace. 
In  Thy  paradise  a  place'. 
70 


THE    MIXISTRY    OF    AXGELS. 

3  Glory  to  the  almighty  Father, 
Let  our  voices  now  repeat  ; 
Glory  to  the  great  Redeemer: 

Glory  to  the  Paraclete  ; 
Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Throughout  all  eternity. 

Edward  Caswall.  1848.  a. 
Tr.  JRabanua  Morns,  d.  856. 

92  10s, 

1  Stars  of  the  morning,  so  gloriously  bright, 
Filled  with  celestial  resplendence  and  light; 
These  that,  where  night  never  followeth  day, 
Raise  the  "Thrice  holy,  Lord!"  ever  and  aye  : 

2  These  are  Thy  counsellors;  these  dost  Thou  own. 
Lord  God  of  Sabaoth  !  nearest  Thy  throne. 
These  are  Thy  ministers;  these  dost  Thou  send, 
Help  of  the  helpless  ones !  man  to  defend. 

3  Still  let  them  succor  us ;  still  let  them  fight, 
Lord  of  angelic  hosts  !  battling  for  right : 
Till,  where  their  anthems  they  ceaselessly  pour, 
We  with  the  angels  may  bow  and  adore. 

John  Ma<ioii  Neale.   1862.  a. 

Tr.  Juaeph  of  the  Studiion.  ah.  850. 


SIN  AND  EEDEMPTION. 

93  L.  31, 

1  Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night, 
We  lie  till  Christ  restores  the  light; 
Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind. 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drowned  in  tears. 
Till  His  atoning  Blood  appears  : 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 

And  sing,  "  The  Lord  our  Righteousness." 

71 


SIX   AND    REDEMPTION. 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mixed  with  sin ; 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean ; 
Such  virtues  from  His  "Sufferings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanse  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains : 
He  sets  the  prisoners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  their  necks. 

5  Poor  helpless  worms  in  Thee  possess 
Grace,  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness  j 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 

Give  our  whole  selves,  0  Lord,  to  Thee. 

Watis.  1709. 

94  a  M. 

1  How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 
The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  Thine,  Almighty  Saviour,  Thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'Tis  Thine  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upwards  bid  them  rise; 

And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 

From  reason's  darkened  eyes. 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live, 
A  beam*  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray 
'Tis  Thine  alone  to  give. 

5'0  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours. 
And  give  them  life  divine  ! 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers. 
Almighty  Lord,  be  Thine. 
72  Anne  Steele.  1780 


SIX    AND    REDEMPTIOX. 

S.  M. 

1  Like  sheep  we  went  astray, 
And  broke  the  fold  of  God; 

Each  wandering  in  a  diflFerent  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 
"When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 

And  did  at  once  His  vengeance  pour 

Upon  the  Shepherd's  head ! 
2         How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke ! 
His  Life  and  Blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 

A  ransom  for  the  flock. 
■4         His  honor  and  His  breath 

Were  taken  both  away; 
Joined  with  the  wicked  in  His  death, 

And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

5  But  God  shall  raise  His  head 
O'er  all  the  sons  of  men. 

And  make  Him  see  a  numerous  seed. 
To  recompense  His  jiain. 

6  "I'll  give  Him,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"A  portion  with  the  strong: 

He  shall  possess  a  large  reward. 
And  hold  His  honors  long," 

Watts.  1709. 

S.  M. 

1         0  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found, 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound. 
Of  pierce  to  either  pole. 
The  world  can  never  give  « 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, , 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

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SIX    AND    REDEMPTIOK. 

2  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  Life  above, 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 

And  all  that  Life  is  love. 

There  is  a  Death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath; 
0  what  eternal  horrors  hang 

Around  the  second  death  ! 

3  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  Death  to  shun, 

Lest  we  be  banished  from  Thy  face, 

And  evermore  undone! 

llere  would  we  end  our  quest : 

Alone  are  found  in  Thee 
The  Life  of  perfect  love,— the  Rest 

Of  immortality. 

James  Montgomery.  1825. 

1  In  vain  would  boasting  reason  find 

The  path  to  happiness  and  God ; 
Her  weak  directions  leave  the  mind 
Bewildered  in  a  doubtful  road. 

2  Jesus,  Thy  words  alone  impart 

Eternal  life;  on  these  I  live; 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 
Than  all  the  powers  of  nature  give. 

3  Here  let  my  constant  feet  abide ; 

Thou  art  the  true,  the  living  Way : 
Let  Thy  good  Spirit  be  my  Guide 
To*the  bright  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  The  various  forms  that  men  devise, 

•  To  shake  my  faith  with  treacherous  art, 

I  scorn  as  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  Thy  Gospel  to  my  heart. 

From  Anne  Steele.  1760. 
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SIN   AXD    REDEJiPTIOX. 

08  c.M. 

1  In  vain  -we  seek  for  peace  -with  God 

Bv  methods  of  our  own  : 
Blest  Saviour,  nothing  )3ut  Thy  Blood 
Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 

2  'Tis  Thv  atoning  Sacrifice 

Hath  answered  all  demands; 
And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies 
Are  blessings  from  Thy  hands. 

3  'Tis  by  Thy  Death  we  live,  0  Lord; 

'Tis  on  Thy  Cross  we  rest  : 
Forever  be  Thy  Love  adored. 
Thy  Name  forever  blest. 

Unknoicn. 


99 


a  M. 

1  Lord,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults, 

How  great  our  guilt  has  been  : 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts. 
And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 

2  But,  0  my  soul,  forever  praise, 

Forever  love  Hi?  Name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin  and  shame.  j.  •• 

3  'Tis  not  by  works  of  righteousness 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done ; 
But  we  are  saved  by  sovereign  grace 
Abounding  through  His  Son. 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  : 
'Tis  by  the  Water  and  the  Blood 
Our  souls  are  washed  from  sin. 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchase  of  His  Death  • 

Who  hung  upon  the  Tree, 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

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REDEMPTION, 

6  Raised  from  the  dead  we  live  anew ; 
And,  justified  by  grace, 
We  shall  appear  in  glory  too. 

And  see  our  Father's  face.     Watts.  1709. 

100  PSALM  136.  X.  M, 

1  Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise ! 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  His  ways. 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  : 
Repeat  Hi's  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown. 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  sent  His  Son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt  and  darkness  and  the  grave. 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  : 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  Through  this  vain  world  He  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  His  heavenly  seat.     , 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure. 

When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

Watts.  1719. 

101  a  31, 

1  Father,  how  wide  Thy  glory  shines ! 

How  high  Thy  wonders  rise! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  Thy  power, 

Their  motions  speak  Thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 

We  read  Thy  patience  still.  i 

"?  But  when  we  view  Thy  strange  design  j 

To  save  rebellious  worms,  h 

Where  justice  and  compassion  join 

In  their  divinest  forms  ; 


SIX   AXD    REDEMPTIOX. 

4  Our  thoughts  are  lost  in  reverent  awe; 

We  love  and  we  adore : 

The  first  archangel  never  saw 

So  much  of  God  before. 

5  When  sinners  break  the  Father's  laws, 

The  dying  Son  atones ; 
Oh,  the  dear  mysteries  of  His  Cross  ! 
The  triumph  of  His  groans  ! 

Watts.  1709. 

02  H.  M. 

1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 

The  gladly  solemn  sound; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  Atonement  made  : 
Te  weary  spirits,  rest. 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  in  His  Blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above. 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  Love. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

77 


SIN  AND  REDEMPTION. 

5       The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  iieavenly  grace  ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

a  Weslei/.     1755. 

103  S,  31. 

1  Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound. 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  Grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Duddrklye.  1755. 

104  a  31. 

1  Salvation,  0  the  joyful  sound  ! 

'Tis  music  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sdvereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 
78 


REDEMPTION. 

3  Salvation  !  let  tlie  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

WaUa.   1709.   a. 

105  C.  M. 

1  0  THAT  I  had  an  angel's  tongue, 

That  I  might  loudly  sing 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  Love, 
To  Thee,  my  God  and  King  ! 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 

Their  thankful  voices  raise  : 
Can  we  be  dumb  whilst  angels  sing 
Our  great  Redeemers  praise? 

3  0  sing  aloud  in  boundless  grace, 

Which  thus  hath  set  thee  free  ; 
Extol  with  songs,  my  saved  soul, 
Thy  Savior's  Love  to  thee. 

4  Give  endless  thanks  to  God,  and  say, 

What  Love  was  this  in  Thee, 
That  Thou  hast  not  withheld  Thy  Son, 
Thine  only  Son,  from  me ! 

5  Thy  deep  and  glorious  counsels,  Loi'd, 

With  trembling  I  adore  : 
Blessed,  thrice  blessed  be  my  God, 
Blessed  for  evermore. 

JoJm  Mason.  16S3.  a. 

106  C.  31, 

1  What  are  the  heavens,  0  God  of  heaven  ? 

Thou  art  more  bright,  more  high  : 
What  are  bright  stars,  and  brighter  saints, 
To  Thy  bright  majesty? 

2  Thou'rt  far  above  the  songs  of  heaven, 

Sung  by  the  holy  ones  ; 
And  dost  Thou  stoop  and  bow  Thine  ear 
To  a  poor  sinner's  groans? 

79 


SIX    AND    REDEMPTIOX. 

3  My  precious  Saviour's  guiltless  Blood 
First  washed  away  niy  sin, 
And  Thy  Eternal  Spirit  was 
My  Advocate  within, 
•i  It  could  not  be  that  Thou  should'st  hear 
A  mortal,  sinful  worm ; 
Eut  that  my  prayors  presented  are 
In  a  most  glorious  form. 
5  Thou  heard'st  my  prayer  for  Jesus'  sake, 
Whom  Thou  dost  hear  always : 
Lord,  hear  through  that  prevailing  Name 
My  voice  of  joy  and  praise. 

John  Mason.  1683.  a. 

107  a  M, 

1  All  that  I  was,  my  sin,  my  guilt. 

My  death,  was  all  my  own ; 
All  that  I  am,  I  owe  to  Thee, 
My  gracious  God,  alone. 

2  The  evil  of  my  former  state 

Was  mine,  and  only  mine; 
The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice 
Is  Thine,  and  only  Thine. 

3  The  darkness  of  my  former  state. 

The  bondage,  all  was  mine ; 
The  light  of  life  in  which  I  walk, 
The  liberty,  is  Thine. 

4  Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin, 

And  taught  me  to  believe ; 
Then  ip  believing,  peace  I  found. 
And  now  I  live,  I  live. 

5  All  that  I  am,  even  here  on  earth, 

All  that  I  hope  to  be 
When  Jesus  comes  and  glory  dawns, 
I  owe  it,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

Horatius  Bonar.  1853. 
SO 


REDEMPTIOK. 

108  C,  M. 

1  I  HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

Come  unto  me  and  rest ; 
Lav  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  my  breast. 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad  ; 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting  place. 
And  He  has  made  me  glad. 

2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say. 

Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water;  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live. 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  ; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived. 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

I  am  this  dark  world's  Light ; 
Look  unto  Me,  thy  morn  shall  rise. 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright. 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  Light  of  life  I'll  walk. 

Till  travelling  days  are  done. 

Horatius  Bonar.  1856. 

109  S.  M. 

1         I  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  would  not  be  controlled. 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 
I  did  not  love  my  home; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

81 


SIN    AND    REDEMPTION. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 
The  Father  sought  His  child ; 

They  followed  me  o'er' vale  and  hill, 
O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild; 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 
Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone; 

They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 
They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 
'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul, 

.  'Twas  He  that  washed  me  in  His  Blood, 
'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole. 
'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost. 
That  found  the  wandering  sheep  : 
'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 
'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

4  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  would  not  be  controlled  ; 

But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  the  fold  ! 

I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  once  preferred  to  roam ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  His  home. 

Horatius  Bonar.  1853. 

110  S,7. 

1  Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee 
For  the  bliss  Thy  Love  bestows, 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows. 
Help,  0  God,  my  weak  endeavor; 
This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise; 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 
Can  my  love  be  warmed  to  praise. 
82 


REDEMPTION. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away. 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 

Bade  the  blood-stained  Cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express : 
Low  before  Thy  footstool  kneeling, 

Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless! 
Let  Thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise : 
And.  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  Thy  praise. 

Francis  Scott  Key.     1S26. 

Ill  X.  31, 

Christi  Blut  und  GerechtigTceit. 

1  Lord,  I  believe  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore, 
For  all  Thou  hast  the  ransom  given. 
Purchased  for  all  peace,  life,  and  heaven. 

2  Lord,  I  believe  the  price  is  paid 

For  every  soul,  the  Atonement  made ; 
And  every  soul  Thy  grace  may  prove, 
Loved  with  an  everlasting  Love. 

3  Jesus,  be  endless  praise  to  Thee, 
Whose  boundless  mercy  hath  for  me, 
For  me,  and  all  Thine  hands  have  made, 
An  everlasting  ransom  paid. 

4  Ah,  give  to  all  Thy  servants.  Lord, 

With  power  to  speak  Thy  quickening  Word, 
That  sinners  to  Thy  wounds  may  flee, 
And  find  eternal  life  in  Thee. 


THE    CHDRCH    YEAR. 

5  Thou  God  of  power,  Thou  God  of  love, 
Let  the  whole  world  Thy  niercy  prove : 
Now  let  Thy  Word  o'er  all  prevail ; 
Now  take  the  spoils  of  death  and  hell. 
John  Wesley.  1740. 
Tr.  Nicholas  Louis,  Count Zinzendorf.  1739. 

ADVENT. 

112  Instantis  Adventum  Dei.  S»  iVf. 

1  The  Advent  of  our  God 

Our  prayers  must  now  employ, 
And  we  must  meet  Him  on  His  road 
"With  hymns  of  holy  joy. 

2  The  everlasting  Son 

Incarnate  soon  shall  be  : 
He  will  a  servant's  form  put  on, 
To  make  His  people  free. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  rise 

And  greet  thy  lowly  King, 
And  do  not  wickedly  despise 

The  mercies  He  will  bring. 

4  As  Judge,  in  clouds  of  light. 

He  will  come  down  again, 
And  all  His  scattered  saints  unite 
With  Him  in  heaven  to  reign. 

5  Before  that  dreadful  day 

May  all  our  sins  be  gone  ; 

May  the  old  man  be  put  away, 

And  the  new  man  put  on ! 

6  Praise  to  the  Saviour  Son 

From  all  the  angel  host: 

Like  praise  be  to  the  Father  done, 

And  to  the  Holy  Ghost. 

John  Chandler.  1837. 
84 


113  Jordanis  Oras  Prsevia.  L,  31, 

1  On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  <?ry 
Announces  that  the  Lord  is  nigh: 
Come  then  and  hearken,  for  He  brings 
Glad  tidings  from  the  King  of  kings. 

2  Then  cleansed  be  every  breast  from  sin, 
Make  straight  the  way  for  God  within ! 
And  let  us  all  our  hearts  prepare 

For  Christ  to  come  and  enter  there. 

3  For  Thou  art  our  Salvation,  Lord, 
Our  Refuge  and  our  great  Reward. 
Without  Thy  grace  our  souls  must  fade, 
And  wither  like  a  flower  decaj'ed. 

4  Stretch  forth  Thy  hand,  to  health  restore. 
And  make  us  rise,  to  fall  no  more: 

Once  more  upon  Thy  people  shine, 
And  fill  the  world  with  love  divine. 

5  To  Him  who  left  the  throne  of  heaven 
To  save  mankind,  all  praise  be  given ; 
Like  praise  be  to  the  Father  done, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One. 

John  Chandler.   1S37.  or. 

114:  Veni,  veni,  Emmanuel.  L,  iH", 

1  0  co?.fE,  0  come,  Emmanuel, 
And  ransom  captive  Israel, 
That  mourns  in  lonely  exile  here. 
Until  the  Son  of  God  appear. 

[Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  0  Israel !] 

2  0  come.  Thou  Rod  of  Jesse,  free 
Thine  own  from  Satan's  tyranny; 
From  depths  of  hell  Thy  people  save. 
And  give  them  victory  o'er  the  grave. 

[Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  0  Israel !] 

85 


THE    CHURCH    YEAR. 

3  0  come,  Thou  King  of  David,  come, 
And  open  wide  our  heavenly  home : 
Make  safe  the  -vray  that  leads  on  high, 
And  close  the  path  to  misery. 

[Rejoice!  rejoice!  Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  0  Israel!] 

4  0  come,  0  come.  Thou  Lord  of  might, 
"Who  to  Thy  tribes,  on  Sinai's  height. 
In  ancient  times  didst  give  the  law. 
In  cloud  and  majesty  and  awe. 

[Rejoice!  rejoice!  Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  0  Israel !] 

5  0  come,  Thou  Day-Spring,  come  and  cheer 
Our  spirits  by  Thine  Advent  here : 

And  drive  away  the  shades  of  night, 
And  pierce  the  clouds,  and  bring  us  light! 

[Rejoice!  rejoice!  Emmanuel 

Shall  come  to  thee,  0  Israel !] 

From  John  Mason  Neale.     851. 

115  In  noctis  umbra  desides.  L,3T, 

1  Desire  of  nations,  Lord  of  grace. 
Redeemer  of  a  sinful  race. 

In  pity  hearken  to  the  groan 

Of  those  whom  sin  hath  overthrown  ! 

2  Come,  Jesus,  come  !  our  sins  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  ransomed  people  live  ! 
0,  if  in  Adam  all  mvist  die. 

In  Thee  .we  claim  the  victory! 

3  To  God  the  Son,  who  came  from  heaven 
To  save  mankind,  all  praise  be  given : 
And  God  the  Father  we  adore. 

And  Holy  Ghost,  for  evermore. 

John  Chandler.  1837. 
86 


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s 


no  Vox  clara  ecce  intonat.  8,  '7', 

1  Hark  !  an  awful  voice  is  sounding : 

"Christ  is  nigh !"  it  seems  to  say  ; 
"  Cast  away  the  dreams  of  darkness, 
0  ye  children  of  the  day !" 

2  Startled  at  the  solemn  warning, 

Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise ; 

Christ,  her  Sun,  all  sloth  dispelling, 

Shines  upon  the  morning  skies. 

3  Lo,  the  Lamb,  so  long  expected, 

Comes  with  pardon  down  from  heaven. 
Let  us  haste,  with  tears  of  sorrow, 
One  and  all,  to  be  forgiven. 

4  So,  Avhen  next  He  comes  with  glory, 

Wrapping  all  the  earth  in  fear. 
With  His  mercy  He  may  shield  us, 
And  with  words  of  love  draw  near. 

5  Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit. 

To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
With  the  everlasting  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

Edward  Casicall.  184S.  a. 

117  7,  0. 

Wie  soil  ich  Dich  empfangen. 

1  0  HOW  shall  I  receive  Thee, 

How  greet  Thee,  Lord,  aright? 
All  nations  long  to  see  Thee, 

My  Hope,  my  heart's  Delight! 
0  kindle.  Lord  most  holj^. 

Thy  lamp  within  my  breast, 
To  do  in  spirit  lowly 

Ail  that  maj^  please  Th6e  best. 

2  Thy  Zion  palms  is  strewing. 

And  branches  fresh  and  fair ; 
My  heart,  its  powers  renewing, 
An  anthem  shall  prepare. 

sr 


THE    CHURCH    YEAR. 

My  soul  puts  oflF  her  sadness 

Thy  glories  to  proclaim  ; 
"With  all  her  strength  and  gladness 

She  fain  would  serre  Thy  Name. 

3  I  lay  in  fetters  groaning, 

Thou  comest  to  set  me  free  I 
I  stood,  my  shame  bemoaning. 

Thou  comest  to  honor  me  ! 
A  glory  Thou  dost  giAx  me, 

A  treasure  safe  on  high, 
Thou  wilt  not  fail  nor  leave  me 

As  earthly  riches  fly. 

4  Love  caused  Thy  incarnation. 

Love  brought  Thee  down  to  me. 
Thy  thirst  for  my  salvation 

Procured  my  liberty. 
0  Love  beyond  all  telling, 

That  led  Thee  to  embrace, 
In  love  all  love  excelling. 

Our  lost  and  fallen  race  ! 

5  Rejoice  then,  ye  sad-hearted. 

Who  sit  in  deepest  gloom, 
"Who  mourn  o'er  joys  departed, 

And  tremble  at  your  doom  : 
He  who  alone  can  cheer  you, 

Is  standing  at  the  door; 
He  brings  His  pity  near  you, 
And  bids  you  weep  no  more. 
Unknoiun.  1859. 
Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.  1653. 

118        .  a  M, 

Auf,  auf,  ihr  Reichsgenossen. 
1  Arise,  the  kingdom  is  at  hand. 
The  King  is  drawing  nigh ; 
Arise  with  joy,  thou  faithful  band, 
To  meet  the  Lord  most  high  ! 
83 


2  Look  up,  ye  souls  -weighed  down  with  care, 

The  Sovereign  is  not  far. 
Look  up,  faint  hearts,  from  your  despair, 
Behold  the  Morning  Star ! 

3  Look  up,  ye  drooping  hearts,  to-day ! 

The  King  is  very  near : 
0  cast  your  griefs  and  fears  away, 
For  lo,  your  Help  is  here ! 

4  Hope,  0  ye  broken  hearts,  at  last ! 

The  King  comes  on  in  might ; 
He  loved  us  in  the  ages  past. 
When  we  lay  wrapped  in  night : 

5  Kow  fear  and  wrath  to  joy  give  place, 

Now  are  our  sorrows  o'er. 
Since  God  hath  made  us  in  His  grace 
His  children  evermore. 

6  0  rich  the  gifts  Thou  bringest  us. 

Thyself  made  poor  and  weak  ; 

0  Love  beyond  compare  that  thus 
Can  foes  and  sinners  seek  ! 

7  For  this  we  raise  a  gladsome  voice 

On  high  to  Thee  alone. 
And  evermore  with  thanks  rejoice 
Before  Thy  glorious  throne. 

Fro7n  3liss  Winhrorth,  1858. 
Tr.  John  Jiist.  1651. 

110         Ermuntert  euch,  ihr  Frommen.       7fO. 

1  Rejoice,  all  ye  believers. 

And  let  your  lights  appear  ! 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near. 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  He  draweth  nigh. 
Up !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle — 

At  midnight  comes  the  cry ! 
6  89 


THE    CHURCn    YEAR. 

2  The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near; 
Go  meet  Him  as  lie  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear. 
The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide  open  stand; 
Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glorj'; 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand  ! 

3  Ye  saints,  who  here  in  patience 

Your  cross  and  sufferings  bore, 
Shall  live  and  reign  for  ever, 

"When  sorrow  is  no  more. 
Around  the  throne  of  glory 

The  Lamh  ye  shall  behold. 
In  triumph  cast  before  Him 

Your  diadems  of  gold ! 

4  Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

0  Jesus !  now  appear ; 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  longed  for. 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere ! 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted. 

We  plead,  0  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 
That  brings  us  unto  Thee ! 
H.  L.  L.,  1853. 
Tr.  Laurentius  Laurenti.  1700. 

120  Macht  hoch  die  Thllr.  L,  M, 

1  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates  ! 
Behold,  the  King  of  glory  waits  ; 
The  Ktng  of  kings  is  drawing  near, 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here. 
Life  and  salvation  He  doth  bring; 
Wherefore  rejoice,  and  gladly  sing,  i 

All  praise,  0  [Father]  God,, to  Thee!  j 

Creator,  wise  is  Thy  decree !  I 

90  /' 


2  The  Lord  is  just,  a  Helper  tried, 
Mercy  is  ever  at  His  side  ; 

His  kingly  crown  is  holiness, 

His  sceptre,  pity  in  distress. 

The  end  of  all  our  woe  He  brings: 

Wherefore  the  earth  is  glad  and  sings, 

All  praise,  0  Son  [of  God],  to  Thee ! 

0  Saviour,  great  Thy  deeds  shall  be ! 

3  0,  blest  the  land,  the  city  blest, 
Where  Christ  the  Ruler  is  confest ! 
0  happy  hearts  and  happy  homes 

To  whom  this  King  in  triumph  comes  ! 
The  cloudless  Sun  of  joy  He  is, 
Who  bringeth  pure  delight  and  bliss  : 
[All]  praise,  [0]  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee ! 
Blest  Spirit,  for  Thy  comfort  free ! 


Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart; 

Make  it  a.  temple,  set  apart 

From  earthly  use  for  heaven's  employ. 

Adorned  with  prayer,  and  love,  and  joy. 

So  shall  your  Sovereign  enter  in. 

And  new  and  nobler  life  begin. 

All  praise,  0  [gracious]  God,  be  Thine, 

For  word,  and  deed,  and  grace  divine ! 

Redeemer,  come  !  I  open  wide 
My  heart  to  Thee ;  here.  Lord,  abide  ! 
Let  me  Thy  inner  presence  feel. 
Thy  grace  and  love  in  me  reveal. 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  guide  us  on, 
Until  our  glorious  goal  be  won  ! 
Eternal  praise  and  [deathless]  fame 
Be  offered,  Saviour,  to  Thy  Xame ! 

Miss  Winkicorth.  1855,  a. 

Tr.  Georrje  Weiszel.  1630. 
91 


THE    CHURCH    YEAR. 

121         Nun  komm^  der  Heiden  Heiland.        '^s, 

1  Come,  Thou  Saviour  of  our  race, 
Choicest  Gift  of  heavenly  grace  ! 
0  Thou  blessed  Virgin's  Son, 
Be  Thy  race  on  earth  begun. 

2  Not  of  mortal  blood  or  birth, 

He  descends  from  heaven  to  earth : 
By  the  Holy  Grhost  conceived, 
Truly  man  to  be  believed. 

3  "Wondrous  birth  !  0  wondrous  Child 
Of  the  Virgin  undefiled! 

Though  by  all  the  world  disowned. 
Still  to  be  in  heaven  enthroned. 

4  From  the  Father  forth  He  came. 
And  I'eturneth  to  the  same  : 
Captive  leading  death  and  hell, — 
High  the  song  of  triumph  swell. 

5  Equal  to  the  Father  now,    . 
Though  to  dust  Thou  once  didst  bow; 
Boundless  shall  Thy  kingdom  be  ] 
When  shall  we  its  glories  see? 

6  Brightly  doth  Thy  manger  shine ; 
Glorious  is  its  light  divine  : 

Let  not  sin  o'ercloud  this  light. 
Ever  be  our  faith  thus  bright. 

William  M.  Reynolds.  1850. 
Tr.  Martin  Luther,  d.  1546. 
*  From  Ambrose,  d.  387.  ' 

122  L.  31. 

1  HosANNA  to  the  living  Lord  ! 
Hosanna  to  the  Incarnate  Word! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven  Hosanna  sing. 

92 


2  0  Saviour,  with  protecting  care, 
Return  to  this  Thy  house  of  praj'^er; 
Where  we,  assembled  in  Thy  Name, 
Thy  sacred  parting  promise  claim. 

3  But  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast. 
Bid  Thine  eternal  Spirit  rest. 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee. 

4  So  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day. 

When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away. 
Thy  flock,  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 

Reginald  Heher.  1827.  a. 

123  PSALM  72.  7^  6. 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed. 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression,. 

To  set  the  captive  free  ; 
To  take  away  transgression. 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy. 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing  ; 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  His  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth  ; 
And  love,  joy,  hope,  like  flowers. 
Spring  in  His  path  to  birth. 

93 


THE    CHURCH    YEAR. 

Before  Him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend ; 

His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end. 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  Name  shall  stand  for  ever ; 
That  Name  to  us  is  Love. 

James  Montgomery.  1822, 

124:  a  M. 

1  Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  Him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 

Exerts  His  sacred  fire  ; 
"Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  : 
The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray. 
And  on  1;he  eyeballs  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And  with  the  treasures  of  His  grace 
To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 
94 


i 


6  Ou!"  glad  hosannali3,  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Thy  welcome  shall  prockiini ; 
And  hcaA'cn's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  Thy  beloved  :N^aiue. 

Doddridge.  1755. 

125  S,  7. 

1  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  Thy  Love's  revealing, 
Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath. 

2  Thou,  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise; 

Scittering  all  the  night  of  natui*e, 

Pouring  eyesight  on  our  eyes. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing ; 

Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor,  benighted  heart. 

4  Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

God  hath  for  our  ransomed  race  ; 

Come,  Thou  mighty  Prince  and  Savior, 

Come,  and  bring  the  Gospel  grace. 

5  By  Thine  all-restoring  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release ; 
Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 
Guide  into  Thy  perfect  peace. 

0.   Weslci/.  1745.  a. 


126 


Come,  Thou  long-expected  Jesus, 

Born  to  set  Thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee. 
Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  Thou  art; 
Dear  Desire  of  every  nation, 

Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 


THE     CHURCH    YEAR. 

Born  Thy  people  to  delirer  ; 

Born  a  Child,  and  yet  a  King; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  Thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 
By  Thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
B}'-  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  Thy  glorious  throne. 

C.  Wesley.  1745. 


CHRISTMAS. 

127  8,  7. 

.    1   Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  the  angelic  host  rejoices; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy: 
''Glory  i\^  the  highest,  gloi-y  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 

3  "Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found ; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven; 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  "Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed; 

Heaven  and  earth.  His  praises  sing  ! 
0  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  "Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him; 

Learn  His  Name,  and  taste  His  joy; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  Him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  \" 
96 


CHRISTMAS. 

.  6  Let  us  learn  the  wondrous  story 
Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
Spread  the  brightness  of  His  glory^ 
Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 

John  Cawood.  1814. 

12S  7s. 

1  Hark  !  the  herald-angels  sing, 
*'  Glory  to  the  new-born  King ; 

Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  I" 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 
Universal  nature  say, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  born  to-day  I 

3  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord  : 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come. 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb  ! 

4  Veiled  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see. 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity ! 

Pleased  as  man  with  men  to  appear, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel  here  ! 

5  Hail,  the  heavenly  Prince  of  Peace, 
Hail  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  His  wings. 

6  Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by. 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

7  Come,  Desire  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  home ; 
0,  to  all  Thyself  impart. 
Formed  in  each  believing  heart! 

a  Wesley.  1739. 
97 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

129  Adeste  Fideles.  Us. 

1  Come  liither,  ye  faithful,  triumpliantly  sing  : 
Come  see  in  tlie  manger  the  angels'  dread  King  I 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful  accord; 

0  come  ye,  come  hither,  to  worship  the  Lord ! 

2  True  Son  of  the  Father,  He  comes  from  the  skies ; 
To  be  born  of  a  Virgin  He  does  not  despise : 

To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful  accord  j 
0  come  ye,  come  hither,  to  worship  the  Lord. 

3  Hark,  hark  to  the  angels,  all  singing  in  heaven, 
"To  God  in  the  highest  all  glory  be  given  !" 

To  Bethlehem  hasten  with  joyful  accord; 

0  come  ye,  come  hither,  to  worship  the -Lord  ! 

4  To  Thee  then,  0  Jesus,  this  day  of  Thy  birth, 
Be  glory  and  honor  through  heaven  and  earth. 
True  Godhead  incarnate,  omnipotent  "Word  ! 

0  come,  let  us  hasten  to  worship  the  Lord  ! 

Edward  Caswall.  1848.  a. 

130  7,  6. 

1  A  GREAT  and  mighty  wonder 

Our  Christmas  Festal  brings  : 
On  earth,  a  lowly  Infant, 
Behold  the  King  of  kings  ! 

2  The  "Word  is  made  incarnate, 

Descending  from  on  high ; 
And  cherubim  sing  anthems 
To  shepherds,  from  the  sky. 

3  And  we  with  them  triumphant, 

Repeat  the  hymn  again  : 
"To  God  on  high  be  glory, 

And  peace  on  earth  to  men  V 

4  "While  thus  they  sing  your  Monarch, 

Those  bright  angelic  bands. 
Rejoice,  ye  vales  and  mountains  ! 
Ye  oceans,  clap  your  hands  ! 
93 


CHRISTMAS. 

5  Since  all  He  comes  to  ransom, 

By  all  be  He  adored, 
The  Infant  born  in  Bethlehem, 
The  Saviour  and  the  Lord  ! 

6  And  idol  forms  shall  perish, 

And  error  shall  decay. 
And  Christ  shall  wield  His  sceptre, 
Our  Lord  and  God  for  aye. 

John  Mason  Neale.  1862.  a. 
Tr.  AnatoUua.  ah.  450. 

131    Vom  Himmel  hoch  da  komm  ich  Mr.    L,  JM, 

1  Good  news  from  heaven  the  angels  bring, 
Glad  tidings  to  the  earth  they  sing : 

To  us  this  day  a  Child  is  given, 

To  crown  us  with  the  joy  of  heaven. 

2  This  is  the  Christ,  our  God  and  Lord, 
Who  in  all  need  shall  aid  afford ; 

He  will  Himself  our  Saviour  be, 
From  all  our  sins  to  set  us  free. 

3  To  us  that  blessedness  He  brings, 
"Which  from  the  Father's  bounty  springs : 
That  in  the  heavenly  realm  we  may 
With  Him  enjoy  eternal  day. 

4  All  hail,  Thou  noble  Guest,  this  morn. 
Whose  Love  did  not  the  sinner  scorn  : 
In  my  distress  Thou  comest  to  me  ; 
What  thanks  shall  I  return  to  Thee  ? 

5  Were  earth  a  thousand  times  as  fair. 
Beset  with  gold  and  jewels  rare. 
She  yet  were  far  too  poor  to  be 

A  narrow  cradle.  Lord,  for  Thee. 

6  Ah,  dearest  Jesus,  holy  Child, 
Make  Thee  a  bed,  soft,  undefiled. 
Within  my  heart,  that  it  may  be 
A  quiet  chamber  kept  for  Thee. 

99 


THE    CHURCH    YEAR. 

7  Praise  God  upon  His  heavenly  throne, 
Who  gave  to  us  His  only  Son : 
For  this  His  hosts,  on  joyful  wing, 
A  blest  New  Year  of  mercy  sing. 

From  Arthur  Tozer  Russell.  1848. 
And  Miss  Winkworth.  1855. 
Tr.  Martin  Luther.  1535. 

132  Wir  sing  en  Dir,  Immannel.  L,Ji£, 

1  Emmanuel !  we  sing  Thy  praise, 

Thou  Prince  of  Life  !  Thou  Fount  of  Grace! 
With  all  Thy  saints,  Thee,  Lord,  we  sing ; 
Praise,  honor,  thanks,  to  Thee  we  bring  ! 

2  E'er  since  the  world  began  to  be, 

How  many  a  heart  hath  longed  tor  Thee  ! 
And  Thou,  0  long-expected  Guest, 
Hast  come  at  last  to  make  us  blest ! 

3  Now  art  Thou  here  :  we  know  Thee  now. 
In  lowly  manger  liest  Thou: 

A  Child,  yet  makest  all  things  great  ; 
Poor,  yet  is  earth  Thy  robe  of  state. 

4  Now  fearless  I  can  look  on  Thee : 
From  sin  and  grief  Thou  set'st  me  free  ; 
Thou  bearest  wrath.  Thou  conquerest  death. 
Fear  turns  to  joy  Thy  glance  beneath. 

5  Thou  art  my  Head,  my  Lord  divine  : 
I  am  Thy  member,  wholly  Thice ; 

And  in  Thy  Spirit's  strength  would  still 
Serve  Thee  according  to  Thy  will. 

6  Thus  will  I  sing  Thy  praises  here. 
With  joyful  spirit  year  by  year  : 

And  they  shall  sound  before  Thy  throne, 
Where  time  nor  number  more  is  known. 

From  Miss  Winkworth.  1855. 
Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.  1656. 
100 


CHRISTMAS. 

133  PSALM  98.  €,  M. 

1  Jo\'  to  the  "world ;  the  Lord  is  come  ! 

Let  earth  receive  her  King. 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  ;  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains. 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground. 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  Righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  Love.         [  Watts.  1719. 

134:  Du  wesentliches  Wort.  S»  M, 

1  0  Saviour  of  our  race, 

"Welcome  indeed  Thou  art, 
Blessed  Redeemer,  Fount  of  grace. 
To  this  my  longing  heart ! 

2  Light  of  the  world,  abide 

Through  faith  within  my  heart ; 
Leave  me  to  seek  no  other  guide, 
Nor  e'er  from  Thee  depart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life,  0  Lord  ! 

Sole  Light  of  life  Thou  art ! 
Let  not  Thy  glorious  rays  be  poured 
In  vain  on  my  dark  heart. 

101 


THE     CHURCH    YEAR. 

4  Star  of  the  East,  arise  ! 

Drive  all  my  clouds  away; 
Guide  me  till  earth's  dim  twilight  dies 
Into  the  perfect  day. 

From  Misa  Winkworth.  1855. 
Tr.  Laurentius  Laurenti.  1700. 


NEW    YEAR. 

X3S  Our  Lord's  Circumcision.  S»  3T, 

1  The  year  begins  with  Thee, 

And  Thou  begin'st  with  woe, 
To  let  the  world  of  sinners  see 

That  blood  for  sin  must  flow. 

2  Thine  infant  cries,  0  Lord, 

Thy  tears  upon  the  breast. 
Are  not  enough — the  legal  sword 
Must  do  its  stern  behest. 

3  Am  I  a  child  of  tears. 

Cradled  in  care  and  woe  ? 
And  seems  it  hard  my  vernal  years 
Few  vernal  joys  can  show  ? 

4  Seemeth  it  strange  to  me 

My  own  will  to  deny  ? 
Seemeth  it  sad,  my  soul,  to  thee. 
Under  the  yoke  to  lie  ? 

5  I  look,  and  hold  my  peace  : 

The  Giver  of  all  good 
Even  from  the  womb  takes  no  release 
Front  suffering,  tears,  and  blood. 

6  That  I  may  reap  in  love, 

Help  me  to  sow  in  fear  : 
So  life  a  winter's  morn  may  prove 

To  a  bright  endless  year. 

From  John  Kehle.  1827. 
102 


KEW   YEAR. 

136  L.  31. 

1  Great  God!  we  sing  that  miglity  Hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand  : 

The  opening  year  Thy  mercy  shows  ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it,  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad. 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ; 
By  His  incessant  bounty  fed. 

By  His  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  "With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own  ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown. 

We  to  Thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And,  peaceful,  leave  before  Thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  deprest. 

Be  Thou  our  joy,  and  Thou  our  rest; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise. 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5  "When  death  shall  interrupt  cur  songs, 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues; 
Our  Helper  God,  in  whom  we  trust. 
In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast. 

Doddridge.  1755. 

137  7s. 

1  For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace. 

Constant  through  another  year. 
Hear  our  song  of  thankfulness  : 
Father  and  Redeemer,  hear. 

2  In  our  weakness  and  distress, 

Rock  of  strength  !  be  Thou  our  Stay : 
In  the  pathless  wilderness. 
Be  our  true  and  living  "Way. 

3  Which  of  us  death's  awful  road 

In  the  coming  year  shall  tread  ? 
With  Thy  rod  and  staff,  0  God, 
Comfort  Thou  his  dying  bed. 

103 


THE     CHUnCH    YEAR. 

4  Make  us  faithful ;  make  us  pure  : 

Keep  us  evermore  Thine  own  : 
Help  Thy  servants  to  endure : 
Fit  us  for  the  promised  crown. 

5  So  within  Thy  palace  gate 

We  shall  praise,  on  golden  strings, 
Thee,  the  only  Potentate, 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 

Henry  Doionton.  1851.  a. 

138  7s, 

1  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here ; 
Pixed  in  an  eternal  state. 

They  have  done  with  all  belowj 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily,  the  mark  to  find ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raisej 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive. 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  \ 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

"W^ith  eternity  in  view. 
Bless  Thy  AYord  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  Thee  above. 

John  Keicton.   1779. 
104 


EPIPHAKY. 
EPIPHANY. 

139  7s. 

1  As  with  gladness  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold ; 

As  with  joy  they  hailed  its  light, 
Leading  onward,  beaming  blight: 
So,  most  gracious  God,  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  by  Thee. 

2  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lonely  manger-bed. 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 
Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore; 
So  may  we,  with  willing  feet 

Ever  seek  Thy  mercy-seat. 

S  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare ; 
So  may  we,  with  holy  joy, 
Pure  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ !  to  Thee,  our  heavenly  King. 

4  Holy  Jesus  !  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way; 
And,  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
"Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  Thy  glory  hide. 

5  In  the  heavenly  country  bright 
Need  they  no  created  light : 
Thou  its  Light,  its  Joy,  its  Crown, 
Thou  its  Sun  which  goes  not  down ; 
There  for  ever  may  we  sing 
Hallelujahs  to  our  King. 

William  Chatterton  Dix.  1860. 
7  105 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR, 

IdO  7s, 

1  Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far, 
Hail  the  long-expected  star  ! 
Jacob's  star  that  gilds  the  night, 
Guides  bewildered  nature  right. 

2  Fear  not  hence  that  ill  should  flow. 
Wars  or  pestilence  below ; 

Wars  it  bids  and  tumults  cease. 
Ushering  in  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

3  Mild  He  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death ; 
Scattering  error's  wide-spread  night. 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 

4  Nations  all,  far  off  and  near. 
Haste  to  see  your  God  appear  ! 
Haste,  for  Him  your  hearts  prepare. 
Meet  Him  manifested  there. 

5  Here  behold  the  Day-spring  rise. 
Pouring  eye-sight  on  your  eyes  : 
God  in  His  own  light  survey. 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

6  Sing,  ye  morning  stars  again  ! 
God  descends  on  earth  to  reign: 
Deigns  for  man  His  life  to  employ  : 
Shout,  ye  sons  of  God,  for  joy. 

a   Wesley.  1739. 

141  8,7. 

1  Hail,  Thou  Source  of  every  blessing, 

Sovereign  Father  of  mankind  ! 

Gentiles  now,  Thy  grace  possessing, 

In  Thy  courts  admission  find. 
Grateful  now  we  fall  before  Thee, 
In  Thy  Church  obtain  a  place  ; 
Now  by  faith  behold  Thy  glory, 
Praise  Thy  truth,  adore  Thy  grace. 
106 


I 


EPIPHANY. 

2  Once  far  off,  but  now  invited, 

We  approach  Thy  sacred  throne ; 
In  Thy  covenant  united. 

Reconciled,  redeemed,  made  one. 
Now  revealed  to  eastern  sages, 

See  the  star  of  mercy  shine ; 
Mystery  hid  in  former  ages, 

Mystery  great  of  Love  divine. 

3  Hail,  Thou  all-inviting  Saviour  ! 

Gentiles  now  their  offerings  bring ; 
In  Thy  temple  seek  Thy  favor, 

Jesus  Christ,  our  Lord  and  King. 
May  we,  body,  soul  and  spirit, 

Live  devoted  to  Thy  praise. 
Glorious  realms  of  bliss  inherit. 

Grateful  anthems  ever  raise. 

Robert  Robinson,  ah.  1780. 

14:2        Wercle  Licht  dii  Yolk  der  Ileiden.       7^ 
'1  All  ye  gentile  lands  awake  I 

Thou,  0  Salem,  rise  and  shine ! 
See  the  Day-spring  o'er  you  break, 

Heralding  a  morn  divine; 
Telling,  God  hath  called  to  mind 
Those  who  long  in  darkness  pined. 

2  Lo,  the  shadows  flee  awa,y. 

For  our  Light  is  come  at  length. 
Brighter  than  all  earthly  day. 

Source  of  being,  life  and  strength. 
Whoso  on  this  Light  would  gaze. 
Must  forsake  all  evil  ways. 

3  Ye*,  the  glory  of  t^e  Lord 

Hath  arisen  on  us  to-day  ! 
We  have  seen  the  light  outpoured, 

That  must  surely  drive  away 
All  things  that  to  night  belong, 
All  the  sad  earth's  woe  and  wren  '. 

lor 


THE    CHURCH    YEAR. 

4  Thy  arising,  Lord,  shall  fill 

All  my  thoughts  in- sorrow's  hour  ; 
Thy  arising.  Lord,  shall  still 

All  my  dread  of  death's  dark  power  : 
Through  my  smiles  and  through  my  tears, 
Still  Thy  light,  0  Lord,  appears. 

5  Let  me,  Lord,  in  peace  depart 

From  this  evil  world  to  Thee  ! 
Where  Thyself  sole  brightness  art, 

Thou  hast  kept  a  place  for  me  ; 
In  the  radiant  city  there, 
Crowns  of  light  Thy  saints  shall  wear. 

Miss  Winkworth.  1855. 
Tr.  John  Rist.  1855. 

14:3        0  Jem  Christe,  wahres  Licht.       L,  31, 

1  0  Christ,  our  true  and  only  Light, 
Illumine  those  who  sit  in  night; 
Let  those  afar  now  hear  Thy  voice, 
And  in  Thy  fold  with  us  rejoice. 

2  Fill  with  the  radiance  of  Thy  grace 
The  souls  now  lost  in  error's  maze. 
And  all,  0  Lord,  whose  secret  minds 
Some  dark  delusion  hurts  and  binds. 

3  And  all  who  else  have  strayed  from  Thee, 
0  gently  seek  !     Thy  healing  be 

To  every  wounded  conscience  given. 
And  let  them  also  share  Thy  heaven. 

4  0  make  the  deaf  to  hear  Thy  Word, 
And  tea^h  the  dumb  to  speak,  dear  Lord, 
Who  dare  not  yet  the  faith  avow. 
Though   secretly  they  hold  it  now. 

5  Shine  on  the  darkened  and  the  cold, 
Recall  the  wanderers  to  Thy  fold. 
Unite  those  now  who  walk  apart, 
Confirm  the  weak  and  doubting  heart. 

103 


EPIPHANY. 

6  So  they  with  us  may  evermore 

Such  grace  with  wondering  thanks  adore, 
And  endless  praise  to  Thee  be  given, 
By  all  Thy  Church  in  earth  and  heaven. 
Miss  Winkivorth.  1858. 
Tr.  John  Hermann.  1630. 

144  ir.M, 

1  Great  Father  of  mankind. 

We  bless  that  wondrous  grace 
"Which  could  for  Gentiles  find 
Within  Thy  courts  a  place. 
How  kind  the  care         I       For  us  to  raise 
Oar  God  displays,  |       A  house  of  prayer! 

2  Though  once  estranged  far. 

We  now  approach  the  throne ; 
For  Jesus  brings  us  near, 

And  makes  our  cause  His  own  : 
Strangers  no  more,         I       And  find  our  home, 
To  Thee  we  come,  |       And  rest  secure. 

3  To  Thee  our  souls  we  join, 

And  love  Thy  sacred  Name; 
No  more  our  own,  but  Thine, 

We  triumph  in  Thy  claim. 
Our  Father-King,  I       Oar  souls  embrace, 

Thy  covenant  grace       |       Thy  titles  sing. 

4  May  all  the  nations  throng 

To  worship  in  Thy  house  ; 
And  Thou  attend  the  song, 
And  smile  upon  their  vows; 
Indulgent  still,  I       To  join  the  choir 

Till  earth  conspire         |      On  Zion's  hill. 

Doddridge.  1755. 

145  H.M. 

1  Arise,  0  God,  and  shine, 
In  all  Thy  saving  might, 
And  prosper  each  design 

109 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

To  spread  Thy  glorious  light : 
Let  healing  streaijis  of -mercy  flow, 
That  all  the  earth  Thy  truth  may  know. 

2  Bring  distant  nations  near, 

To  sing  Thy  glorious  praise; 
Let  every  people  hear 

And  learn  Thy  holy  ways  ! 
Reign,  mighty  God,  assert  Thy  cause, 
And  govern  by  Thy  righteous  laws  ! 

3  Put  forth  Thy  glorious  power, 

That  Gentiles  all  may  see, 
And  earth  present  her  store 

In  converts  born  to  Thee : 
God,  our  own  God,  His  Church  shall  bless. 
And  fill  the  world  with  righteousness. 

4  To  God  the  only  wise, 

The  one  immortal  King, 
Let  hallelujahs  rise 

From  every  living-thing : 
Let  all  that  breathe,  on  every  coast. 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Unknoic7i.  1829.  a. 

146         The  Presentation  in  the  Temple.      8,  7. 

1  Ix  His  temple  now  behold  Him, 

See  the  long-expected  Lord  ; 
Ancient  prophets  had  foretold  Him, 

God  has  now  fulfilled  His  Word. 
Now  to  praise  Him,  His  redeemed 

Shfill  break  forth  with  one  accord. 

2  In  the  arms  of  her  who  bore  Him, 

Virgin  pure,  behold  Him  lie, 
While  His  aged  saints  adore  Him, 

Ere  in  perfect  faith  they  die. 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

Lo,  the  incarnate  God  most  high  I 
110 


PRESENTATION    OP    CHRIST. 

3  Jesus,  by  Thy  Presentation, 

Thou  who  didst  for  us  endure, 
Make  us  see  our  great  salvation, 

Seal  us  with  Thy  promise  sure; 
And  present  us,  in  Thy  glory. 

To  Thy  Father,  cleansed  and  pure, 

Unknown.  1857. 

14:7         Herr  Jesu,  Licht  der  Heiden.        S,  31, 

1  Light  of  the  gentile  world  ! 
Thy  people's  joy  and  love  ! 

Drawn  by  Thy  Spirit  we  are  come 

Thy  presence,  Lord,  to  prove. 

"Within  Tby  temple  walls 

We  wait  with  earnest  mind, 
As  Simeon  waited  long  of  old. 

His  Saviour  God  to  find. 

2  Thou  wilt  be  found  of  us, 
0  Lord,  in  every  place. 

Where  Thou  hast  promised  faithfully 

We  should  behold  Thy  face. 

Thou  yet  dost  suiFer  us 

Who  oft  are  gathered  here. 
To  bear  Thee  in  the  arms  of  faith. 

As  once  that  aged  seer. 

3  Be  Thou  our  Bliss,  our  Light, 
Shining  'mid  pain  and  loss, 

Our  Sun  of  strength  in  time  of  fear, 

The  glory  round  our  cross  : 

A  glow  in  sinking  hearts, 

A  sunbeam  in  distress, 
Physician,  nurse,  in  sickness'  hours. 

In  death  our  happiness  !  ' 

4  0  let  us.  Lord,  prevail 
With  Simeon  at  the  last  ; 

May  we  take  up  his  dying  song 
When  life  is  waning  fast. 

Ill 


THE    CHURCH   YEAR. 

"  Let  me  depart  in  peace, 
Since  that  mine  aged  eyes 
Have  seen  the  Saviour  here  on  earth. 

Have  seen  His  glory  rise." 
5        Yes,  with  the  eye  of  faith 

My  Jesus  I  behold ; 
No  foe  can  rob  me  of  my  Lord, 

Though  fierce  his  threats  aad  bold. 
I  dwell  within  Thy  heart, 
Thou  dost  in  mine  abide; 
Not  sorrow,  pain,  nor  death  itself. 
Can  tear  me  from  Thy  side. 

MismWinkworih.  1855. 
Tr.  John  Franck,  1674. 


EXAMPLE   AND   TEACHING    OF   CHRIST. 

148  L.  M. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord ! 
I  read  my  duty  in  Thy  Word : 
Bat  in  Thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  Thy  truth,  and  such  Thy  zeal. 
Such  deference  to  Thy  Father's  will. 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer  : 
The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew. 
Thy  conflict,  and  Thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  Thou  my  pattern  -,  make  me  bear 
More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here. 
Then  God  the  Judge  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Watts.  1709. 
112 


I 


EXAMPLE    OF    CHRIST. 

149  a  31. 

1  Behold,  where  in  a  mortal  form 

Appears  each  grace  divine  ! 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  ray^f  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy. 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  His  divine  employ. 

3  'Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  He  stood. 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  His  life ; 
He  labored  for  their  good, 
■i  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 
Before  His  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned  He  bowed,  and  said, 
"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 
5  Be  Christ  our  Pattern  and  our  Guide ! 
His  image  may  we  bear  ! 
0  may  we  tread  His  holy  steps. 
His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 

William  Enfield.   1772.  a. 

150  a  31. 

1  In  duties  and  in  suflferings  too 

Thy  path,  my  Lord,  I'd  tread; 
As  Thou  hast  done,  so  would  I  do, 
Depending  on  Thy  grace. 

2  With  earnest  zeal,  'twas  Thy  delight 

To  do  Thy  Father's  will ; 
0  may  that  zeal  my  love  excite 
Thy  precepts  to  fulfil ! 

3  Unsullied  meekness,  truth  and  love, 

Through  all  Thy  conduct  shine ; 
0  may  my  whole  deportment  prove 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine  ! 

Benjamin  Beddome.  1818.  a. 
113 


TBE  CHURCH  YEAE. 

151  C.  31. 

1  0  Saviour,  whom  that  holy  morn 

Gave  to  our  worlcl  below, 
To  mortal  want  and  labor  born, 
And  more  than  mortal  woe  ! 

2  Incarnate  AVord,  oy  every  grief. 

By  each  temptation  tried, 
"Who  lived  to  yield  our  ills  relief, 
And  to  redeem  us,  died  ! 

3  If  gayly  clothed  and  proudly  fed. 

In  dangerous  wealth  we  dwell. 
Remind  us  of  Thy  manger  bed. 
And  lowly  cottage  cell. 

4  If  prest  by  poverty  severe. 

In  envious  want  we  pine, 
0  may  Thy  Spirit  whisper  near, 
How  poor  a  lot  was  Thine  ! 

5  Through  fickle  fortune's  various  scene, 

From  sin  preserve  us  free  ; 
Like  us  Thou  hast  a  mourner  been. 
May  we  rejoice  with  Thee. 

Reginald  Hehcr.   1827. 

152  s.  jr. 

1  Behold,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  chosen  of  the  Lord, 

God's  well-beloved  Son,  fulfils 
The  sure  prophetic  Word. 

2  No  royal  pomp  adorns 
This  King  of  righteousness  : 

Meekness  and  patience,  truth  and  love. 
Compose  His  princely  dress. 

3  Jesus,  Thou  Light  of  men  ! 
Thy  doctrine  life  imparts. 

0  may  we  feel  its  quickening  power 

To  warm  and  glad  our  hearts  ! 
114 


EXAMPLE  AXD  TEACHING  OF  CHRIST. 

4       Cheered  by  its  beams,  our  souls 

Shall  run  the  heavenly  way. 
The  path  which  Thou  hast  marked  and  trod 

Shall  lead  to  endless  day. 

John  Xcedham.  1768.  o. 

153  7s. 

1  Feeble,  helpless,  how  shall  I 
Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die  ? 
"Who,  0  God,  mv  guide  shall  be  ? 
TTho  shall  lead  Thy  child  to  Thee  ? 

2  Blessed  Father,  gracious  One, 
Thou  hast  sent  Thy  holy  Son  ; 
He  will  give  the  light  I  need. 
He  my  trembling  steps  will  lead. 

3  Through  this  world,  uncertain,  dim, 
Let  me  ever  lean  on  Him : 

From  His  precepts  wisdom  draw, 
Make  His  life  my  solemn  law. 

4  Thus  in  deed,  and  thought,  and  word, 
Led  by  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord, 

In  my  weakness,  thus  shall  I 
Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die. 

William  H.  Funiess.   1844. 


THE  PASSION. 

154  8, 7 

1  Ix  the  Cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  "When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 

Never  shall  the  Cross  forsake  me ; 

Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 


115 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  Cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  Cross  are  sanctified ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

Sir  John  Bowring.  1825. 

155  S,  M. 

1  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts. 
On  Jewish  altars  slain. 

Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  stains  away; 

A  Sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 

While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 
The  burden  Thou  didst  bear, 

When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless*the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  sing  His  bleeding  Love.    Watts.  1709. 

156  €,  jP.  31, 

1  0  Thou  who  didst  Thy  glory  leave, 
Apostate  sinners  to  retrieve 
From  nature's  deadly  fall, 
116 


THE  PASSIOX. 

Thou  hast  redeemed  me  with  a  price, 
Nor  shall  my  sins  in  judgment  risp, 
For  Thou  hast  borne  them  all. 

2  Jesus  was  punished  in  my  stead, 
Without  the  gate  my  Surety  bled. 

To  expiate  my  stain  ; 
On  earth  the  Godhead  deigned  to  dwell, 
And  made  of  infinite  avail 

The  sufiFerings  of  the  Man. 

3  Behold  the  Lord  for  rebels  given  ! 
Behold,  the  incarnate  King  of  heaven 

Did  for  His  foes  expire ! 
Amazed,  0  earth,  the  tidings  hear ; 
He  bore,  that  we  might  never  bear 

His  Father's  righteous  ire. 

4  Ye  saints,  the  Man  of  sorrows  bless, 
The  God,  for  your  unrighteousness. 

Deputed  to  atone : 
Praise  Him,  till,  with  the  heavenly  throng, 
Ye  sing  the  never-ending  song. 

And  see  Him  on  His  throne. 

Augustus  Montague  Toplady.  1759.  a. 

157  a  M, 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
"Wash  all  my  sins  away  I 
Z  Dear  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  Blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

IIT 


THE     CHURCH    YEAR. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
.    Redeeming  Love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save. 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

6  Lord,  I  believe  Thou  hast  prepared 

(Unworthy  though  I  be) 
For  me  a  blood-bought  free  reward, 
A  golden  harp  for  me! 

7  'Tis  strung  and  tuned  for  endless  years, 

And  formed  by  power  divine 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
No  other  name  but  Thine. 

William  Cowper.  1779.  - 

158  7s. 

1  Dust  and  ashes,  sin  and  guilt, — 
Christ,  for  me  Thy  Blood  was  spilt; 
Cleanse  Thou  me  from  guilt  and  sin, 
Make  me  pure  without,  within; 
Soul  and  body,  at  Thy  word, 

Be  to  saving  health  restored. 

2  Flesh  and  blood,  this  mortal  frame. 
Thou  wert  pleased  to  wear  the  same : 
Though  Thy  nature  was  divine. 
Thou  didst  condescend  to  mine. 

Let  me  for  Thy  mercy's  sake, 
Thy  Divinity  partake. 

3  From  the  ruins  of  the  Fall, 
Me  to  grace  and  glory  call : 
Me,  0  Lord  my  Righteousness  ! 
With  Thine  image  re-impress. 
Thou  didst  stoop  to  earth  for  me : 
Raise  me  up  to  heaven  with  Thee. 

118  James  Montgomery.  1853. 


I 


THE    PASSIOX. 

159  8,  7,  7. 

1  "Who  is  this  that  comes  from  EJom, 

All  His  raiment  stained  with  blood, 
To  the  captive  spjeaking  freedom. 

Bringing  and  bestowing  goodj 
Glorious  in  the  garb  He  wears, 
Grlorious  in  the  spoil  He  bears? 

2  'Tis  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 

Travelling  onward  in  His  might; 
'Tis  the  Saviour;  0  how  glorious 

To  His  peo2)le  is  the  sight ! 
Satan  conquered  and  the  grave, 
Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save. 

Mighty  Victor  !  reign  forever, 
Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won  ; 

Never  shall  Thy  people,  never, 

Cease  to  sing  what  Thou  hast  done : 

Thou  hast  fought  Thy  people's  foes; 

Thou  hast  healed  Thv  people's  woes. 

Thomas  KeUij.  1809.  a. 

100  Ira  justa  Condi  tons.  8,  7f  7> 

1  He  who  once,  in  righteous  vengeance. 

Whelmed  the  world  beneath  the  flood, 
Once  again  in  mercy  cleansed  it 

With  the  stream  of  His  own  Blood, 
Coming  from  His  throne  on  high 
On  the  painful  Cross  to  die. 

2  0  the  wisdom  of  the  Eternal ! 

0  the  depth  of  Love  divine ! 
0  the  sweetness  of  that  mercy 

Which  in  Jesus  Christ  doth  shine  ! 
We  were  sinners  doomed  to  die ; 
Jesus  paid  the  penalty. 

119 


THE    CHURCH    YEAR. 

3  When  before  the  Judge  -we  tremble, 

Conscious  of  His  broken  laws. 
May  the  Blood  of  his  Atonement 

Cry  aloud,  and  plead  our  cause; 
Bid  our  guilty  terrors  cease, 
Be  our  pardon  and  our  peace. 

4  Prince  and  Author  of  salvation  ! 

Lord  of  majesty  supreme  ! 
Jesus !  praise  to  Thee  be  given 

By  the  world  Thou  didst  redeem  : 
Glory  to  the  Father  be. 
And  the  Spirit,  One  with  Thee. 

Edward  Casioall.  1848.  a. 

161  6, 5. 

1  Glory  be  to  Jesus, 

Who,  in  bitter  pains. 
Poured  for  me  the  life-blood 
From  His  sacred  veins  ! 

2  Grace  and  life  eternal 

In  that  Blood  I  find ; 
Blest  be  His  compassion, 
Infinitely  kind ! 

3  Blest  through  endless  ages 

Be  the  precious  stream. 

Which  from  endless  torments 

Did  the  world  redeem  ! 

4  Abel's  blood  for  vengeance 

^  Pleaded  to  the  skies; 

But  the  Blood  of  Jesus 

For  our  pardon  cries  ! 

5  Oft  as  earth  exulting 

Wafts  its  praise  on  high, 
Angel  hosts  rejoicing 
Make  their  glad  reply. 
120 


THE    PASSIOX. 

6  Lift  we  then  our  voices, 
Swell  the  mighty  flood  ; 
Louder  still,  and  louder 
Praise  the  precious  Blood  ! 

Edward  Caswall.  1858. 

162  a  M. 

1  Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

"With  angels  round  the  throne. 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues. 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  **  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died/'  they  cry, 

"To  be  exalted  thus." 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
For  He  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  Thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky. 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas. 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise  ! 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  Name 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb.  Watts.  1709. 

163  C.  M, 

1  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 
Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  Thy  head ! 

t2  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  Blood, 
Hast  set  the  prisoners  free. 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Thee.     Watts.  1709. 
8  121 


THE     CHUKCH    YEAR. 

1  HosANNA  to  the  Son 
Of  David  and  of  God, 

Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down, 
And  bought  it  with  His  Blood ! 

2  To  Christ  the  anointed  King, 
Be  endless  blessings  given  ! 

Let  the  whole  earth  His  glory  sing. 

Who  made  our  peace  with  heaven.^ 


PASSION   WEEK. 

165  ^-  ^' 

1  0  Thou  who  through  this  holy  week 

Didst  suffer  for  us  all ; 
The  sick  to  cure,  the  lost  to  seek. 
To  raise  up  them  that  fall : 

2  We  cannot  understand  the  woe 

Thy  Love  was  pleased  to  bear : 
0  Lamb  of  God,  we  only  know 
That  all  our  hopes  are  there ! 

3  Thv  feet  the  path  of  suffering  trod ; 

Thv  hand  the  victory  won: 
What  shall  we  render  to  our  God 
For  all  that  He  hath  done  ? 

4  To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
By  men  on  earth  be  honor  done, 
And  by  the  heavenly  host. 

John  Mason  decile.  1844. 

-I^QQ  Fahn  Simdai/.  L*  M, 

1  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
In  lowlv  pomp  ride  on  to  die ! 
0  Chris't,  Thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sm. 
122 


PASSION    WEEK. 

2  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty! 
The  angel  armies  of  the  sky 

Look  down  with  sad  and  wondering  eyes, 
To  see  the  approaching  Sacrifice. 

3  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty! 

Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh : 
The  Father  on  his  sapphire  throne 
Awaits  His  own  anointed  Son. 

4  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die ! 
Bow  Thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain, 
Then  take,  0  God,  Thy  power,  and  reign. 

Henry  Hart  Milman.   182T.  a. 

167  8,7. 

1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  Cross  I  spend, 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Here  I  rest,  forever  viewing 
Mercy  streaming  in  His  Blood: 

Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing. 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 
Low  before  His  Cross  to  lie : 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  His  gracious  eye. 

4  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing. 
With  my  tears  His  feet  I  bathe ; 

Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  His  death. 

5  Lord,  in  ceaseless  contemplation, 
Fix  vfxy  thankful  heart  on  Thee, 

Till  I  taste  Thy  full  salvation. 
And  Thine  unveiled  glory  see. 

Walter  Shirley.  1760.  a. 
123 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

168  Isaiah  53.  C,  31, 

1  The  Saviour  comes  !  no  outward  pomp 

Bespeaks  His  presence  nigh; 
No  earthly  beauty  shines  in  Him 
To  draw  the  carnal  eye. 

2  Rejected  and  despised  of  men, 

Behold  a  Man  of  woe ! 
And  grief  His  close  companion  still 
Through  all  His  life  below  ! 

3  Yet  all  the  griefs  He  felt  were  ours, 

Ours  were  the  woes  He  bore  : 
Pangs,  not  His  own,  His  spotless  soul 
With  bitter  anguish  tore. 

4  "We  held  Him  as  condemned  of  heaven, 

An  outcast  from  His  God ; 
While  for  our  sins  He  groaned,  he  bled. 
Beneath  His  Father's  rod. 

5  His  sacred  Blood  hath  washed  our  souls 

From  sin's  polluting  stain  ; 
His  stripes  have  healed  us,  and  His  Death 
Revived  our  souls  again. 

6  We  all,  like  sheep,  had  gone  astray 

In  ruin's  fatal  road  : 
On  Him  were  our  transgressions  laid ; 
He  bore  the  mighty  load. 

7  He  died  to  bear  the  guilt  of  men, 

That  sin  might  be  forgiven  : 
He  lives  to  bless  them  and  defend, 
An(^  plead  their  cause  in  heaven. 

William  Robertson,  d.  1743. 

169  8,  7. 

1  Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus  ! 
Hail,  Thou  Galilean  King  ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us  ; 
Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
124 


PASSION  "WEEK. 

nail,  Thou  agonizing  Savior, 
Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame ! 

By  Thy  merits  we  find  favor ; 

Life  is  given  through  Thy  Name. 

2  Pascal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  Thee  Avere  laid; 
Bj'  almighty  Love  anointed. 

Thou  hast  full  Atonement  made. 
All  Thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  Blood  : 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

3  Jesus,  hail,  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide ! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seated  at  Thy  Father's  side : 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading, 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare. 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship,  honor,  power  and  blessing. 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive ; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing. 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
When  we  join  the  angelic  spirits. 

In  their  sweetest,  noblest  lays, 
We  will  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise, 

John  Bakeicell.  1760.  a. 

170  8,  7. 

1  Suffering  Son  of  man,  be  near  me. 
In  my  sufferings  to  sustain; 
By  Thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 
By  Thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 

125 


THE  CnrRCH  TEAR. 

2  Call  to  mind  tliat  UKkaown  anguish, 

In  Thy  days  of  flesh  below, 
"When  thy  troubled  soul  did  languish 
Under  a  whole  world  of  woe  : 

3  When  Thou  didst  our  curse  inherit, 

Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 
Burthened  with  a  wounded  spirit. 
Bruised  by  all  the  wrath  of  God. 

4  By  Thy  most  severe  temptation 

In  that  dark  satanic  hour  ; 
By  Thy  last  mysterious  Passion, 
Screen  me  from  the  advei-se  power. 

5  By  Thy  fainting  in  the  garden. 

By  Thy  dreadful  Death,  I  pray, 
Write  upon  m}-  heart  Thy  pardon ; 
Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 

6  By  the  travail  of  Thy  spirit, 

By  Thine  outcry  on  the  tree, 
By  Thine  agonizing  merit. 
Gracious  Lord,  remember  me ! 

C.   Wesley.  1767 


171 


126 


Savior,  when  in  dust  to  Thee 
Low  wc  bend  the  adoring  kneej 
When  repentant  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes ; 
0,  by  all  the  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below. 
Bending  from  Thy  throne  on  high. 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany! 

2  By  Thy  helpless  infant  years. 
By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears. 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness  ; 


PASSION  WEEK. 

By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power; 
Turn,  0  turn  a  favoring  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany ! 

3  By  Thine  hour  of  dire  despair, 
By  Thine  agony  of  prayer ; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn ; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice  ; 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry. 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany ! 

4  By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan ; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone  ; 
By  the  vault  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  risen  God  ; 

0.  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty,  reascended  Lord, 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

Sir  Robert  Grant.  1832. 

172  7  s. 

1  Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power : 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see; 

"Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour; 
Turn  not  from  His  gi-iefs  away ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall. 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned : 
0  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

0  the  pangs  His  soul  sustained ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss; 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 

127 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb: 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  Sacrifice  complete: 
"It  is  finished,"  hear  Him  cry: 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb. 

Where  they  laid  His  breathless  clay ; 

J  J  is  solitude  and  gloom; 

Who  hath  taken  Him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen  ! — He  meets  our  eyes  : 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

James  Montgomery/,  1825. 

Thursday  in  Passion  Week.  7*5. 

1  Many  woes  had  Christ  endured, 

Many  sore  temptations  met, 
Patient,  and  to  pains  inured  ; 

But  the  sorest  trial  yet 
Was  to  be  sustained  in  thee, 
Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane ! 

2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night ; 

Vengeance,  with  its  iron  rod, 
Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 

Bruised  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God  : 
See,  my  soul,  thy  Savior  see 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane ! 

3  There  my  Lord  bore  all  my  guilt : 

This,  through  grace,  can  be  believed; 
But  the  horrors  which  He  felt 

Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived. 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane  ! 

4  Sins  against  a  holy  God, 
Sins  against  His  righteous  laws. 

Sins  against  His  Love,  His  Blood, 


128 


PASSION  WEEK. 

Sins  against  His  Name  and  cause, — 
Sins  immense  as  is  the  sea! 
Hide  me,  0  Gethsemane  ! 

5  Here's  my  claim,  and  liere  alone  : 

None  a  Saviour  more  can  need; 
Deeds  of  righteousness  I've  none  ; 

No,  not  one  good  work  to  plead : 
Not  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  me, 
Only  in  Gethsemane. 

6  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  almighty  God  of  love. 
Hymned  by  all  the  heavenly  host. 

In  Thy  shining  courts  above ! 
We  poor  sinners,  gracious  Three, 
Bless  Thee  for  Gethsemane. 

Joseph  Hart.  1759.  o, 

GOOD   FRIDAY. 
1 74:       Opprohriis,  Jesu,  satur.        Iambic  8,  7- 

1  His  trial  o'er,  and  now  beneath 

His  own  Cross  faintly  bending, 
Jesus  the  fatal  hill  of  death 
Is  wearily  ascending. 

2  And  now,  His  hands  and  feet  pierced  through. 

Upon  the  Cross  they  raise  Him : 
Where  even  now,  in  distant  view. 
The  eye  of  faith  surveys  Him. 

3  0  wondrous  Love,  which  God  most  high 

Towards  man  was  pleased  to  cherish  ! 
His  sinless  Son  He  gave  to  die. 
That  sinners  might  not  perish. 

4  Our  sins'  pollution  to  remove. 

His  Blood  was  asked  and  given  ,• 
So  mighty  was  the  Saviour's  Love, 
So  vast  the  wrath  of  heaven. 

129 


THe  CHURCH  YEAR. 

5  Yes,  'tis  the  Cross  that  breaks  the  rod 

And  chain  of  condemnation, 
And  makes  a  league  'twixt  man  and  God 
For  our  entire  salvation, 

6  0  praise  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  given. 
And  Holy  Ghost,  by  whom  alone 
Our  hearts  are  raised  to  heaven. 

John  Chandler.  1837. 

Tr.  Charles  Coffin,  ah.  1730. 

1 75  Vexilla  Regis  Prodeuut.  C  Mt 

1  The  royal  banner  is  unfurled, 

The  Cross  is  reared  on  high. 
On  which  the  Saviour  of  the  world 
Is  stretched  in  agony. 

2  See,  through  His  holy  bands  and  feet 

The  cruel  nails  they  drive  : 
Our  ransom  thus  is  made  complete, 
Our  souls  are  saved  alive. 

3  And  see,  the  spear  hath  pierced  His  side, 

And  shed  that  sacred  flood, 
That  holy  reconciling  tide. 
The  Water  and  the  Blood. 

4  Hail,  holy  Cross  !    From  thee  we  learn 

The  only  way  to  heaven  : 
And  oh,  to  thee  may  sinners  turn. 
And  look,  and  be  forgiven  ! 

5  So  let  us  praise  the  Saviour's  name, 

And  with  exulting  cry. 
The  triumph  of  the  Cross  proclaim 
To  all  eternity. 

John  Chandler.  1837. 
Tr.  Venantlua  Fortunatus.  ah.  580. 
130 


GOOD    FRIDAY, 

170  Prome  vocem,  mens,  canoram.        Sy  < 

1  Now,  iny  soul,  thy  voice  ujjraising, 

Sing  aloud  in  mournful  strain, 
Of  the  sorrows  most  amazing, 
And  the  agonizing  pain. 

Which  our  Savior 
Sinless  hore,  for  sinners  slain. 

2  lie  the  ruthless  scourge  enduring, 

Ransom  for  our  sins  to  pay. 
Sinners  by  His  own  stripes  curing, 
Raising  those  who  wounded  lay, 

Bore  our  sorrows. 
And  removed  our  pains  away. 
f 

3  He  to  liberty  restored  us 

By  the  very  bonds  He  bare  ; 
And  His  nail-pierced  limbs  afibrd  us 
Each  a  stream  of  mercy  rare  : 

Lo  !  He  draws  us 
To  the  Cross,  and  keeps  us  there. 

4  "When  His  painful  life  was  ended, 

When  the  spear  transfixed  His  side  : 
Blood  and  water  thence  descended. 
Pouring  forth  a  double  tide: 

This  to  cleanse  us, 
That  to  heal  us,  is  applied. 

5  Jesus  !  may  Thy  promised  blessing 

Comfort  to  our  souls  afford; 
May  we,  now  Thy  Love  possessing. 
And  at  length  our  full  reward, 

Ever  jiraise  Thee, 
As  our  ever-glorious  Lord  ! 
John  Chandler.  1837.  a. 
Tr.  Santolius  Macjlorianus.  ah.  1650. 


131 


THE    CHURCH     YEAR. 

J  7 7      0  Haupt  voll  Blut  und  Wunden.     ^,  G, 

1  0  SACRED  Head,  now  wounded, 

With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down, 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  Thy  only  crown  ! 
0  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

AYhat  bliss,  till  now,  was  Thine ! 
Yet,  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

2  How  art  Thou  pale  with  anguish, 

With  sore  abuse  and  scorn  ! 
How  does  that  visage  languish, 

Which  once  was  bright  as  morn ! 
What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered. 

Was  ail  for  sinners'  gain  ; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain. 

3  Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour ! 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place  ! 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor. 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 
Receive  me,  my  Redeemer ; 

My  Shepherd,  make  me  Thine ! 
Of  every  good  the  Fountain, 

Thou  art  the  Spring  of  mine  !  ^ 

4  What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this* Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ! 
0  make  me  Thine  for  ever. 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee. 

132 


GOOD   FRIDAY. 

5  Forbid  that  I  should  leave  Thee; 
0  Jesus,  leave  not  me ; 
In  faith  may  I  receive  Thee, 

When  death  shall  set  me  free. 
When  strength  and  comfort  languish. 

And  I  must  hence  depart. 
Release  me  then  from  anguish 
By  Thine  own  wounded  heart. 

James  W.  Alexander.  1849.  a. 

Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.  1659. 

From  Bernard  of  Clairvatix.  1153. 

178  CM. 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 

Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree  1 
How  vast  the  love  that  Him  inclined 

To  bleed  and  die  for  thee ! 

2  Hark,  how  He  groans  !  while  nature  shakes. 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks. 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done ;  the  precious  ransom's  paid ; 

*'  Receive  my  soul  \"  He  cries  : 
See  where  He  bows  His  sacred  head  ! 
He  bows  His  head  and  dies. 

4  But  soon  He'll  break  death's  envious  chain. 

And  in  full  glory  shine. 

0  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain. 
Was  ever  love  like  Thine  ? 

Samuel  Wesley,  Sr.  ah.  1700. 

179  S.3I. 

1  Behold  the  amazing  sight, 
The  Savior  lifted  high  ! 

Behold  the  Son  of  God's  delight 
Expire  in  agony ! 

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THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

2  For  whom,  for  whom,  my  heart, 
Were  all  these  sorrows  borne  ? 

Why  did  He  feel  that  piercing  smart, 
And  meet  that  various  scorn  ? 

3  For  love  of  us  He  bled. 
And  all  in  torture  died ; 

'Twas  Love  that  bpwed  His  fainting  head, 
And  oped  His  gushing  side. 

4  Drawn  by  such  cords  as  these, 
Let  all  the  world  combine, 

With  cheerful  ardor,  to  confess 
The  energy  divine. 

5  In  Thee  our  hearts  unite, 
Nor  share  Thy  griefs  alone. 

But  from  Thy  Cross  pursue  their  flight 
To  Thy  triumphant  throne. 

Doddridge.   1755. 

ISO  a  31. 

1  Alas  I  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  Head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  Love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide. 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ  the  mighty  Maker  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin] 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  His  dear  cross  appears ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 
134 


GOOD    FRIDAY. 

5  i3ut  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe. 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away : 

'Tis  all  that  I  can  do.      [  Watts.  1709. 

181  8,  7. 

1  "Strickex,  smitten  and  afflicted/' 

See  Him  dying  .on  the  tree  ! 
'Tis  the  Christ  by  man  rejected: 
Yes,  my  soul,  'tis  He  !  'tis  He  ! 

2  Mark  the  Sacrifice  appointed  ! 

See  who  bears  the  awful  load; 
'Tis  the  "Word,  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Son  of  man,  and  Son  of  God. 

3  Here  we  have  a  firm  foundation  ; 

Here's  the  refuge  of  the  lost  ; 
Christ's  the  Rock  of  our  salvation  : 
His  the  Name  of  which  we  boast. 

4  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  wounded  ! 

Sacrifice  to  cancel  guilt ! 
None  shall  ever  be  confounded 

Who  on  Thee  their  hope  have  built. 

Thomas  Kelly.  1804. 

182  L.  31. 

1  Whex  I  survey  the  wondrous  Cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  Blood. 

3  See,  from  His  head,  His  hands.  His  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

135 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

185  So  ruhest  Du.  6,  6,  10, 

1  Rest  of  the  weary !     Thou 
Thyself  art  resting  now, 

Where  lowly  in  Thy  sepulchre  Thou  liest ; 

From  out  her  deathly  sleep  , 

My  soul  doth  start,  to  weep 
So  sad  a  wonder,  that  Thou,  Saviour,  diest ! 

2  Thy  bitter  anguish  o'er. 

To  this  dark  tomb  they  bore 
Thee,  Life  of  life — Thee,  Lord  of  all  creation  I 

The  hollow  rocky  care 

Must  serve  Thee  for  a  grave, 
"Who  wast  Thj'self  the  Rock  of  our  salvation  ! 

3  0  Prince  of  Life  !  I  know 
That  wh^n  I  too  lie  low. 

Thou  wilt  at  last  my  soul  from  death  awaken  ; 

Wherefore  I  will  not  shrink 

From  the  grave's  awful  brink  ; 
The  heart  that  trusts  in  Thee  shall  ne'er  be  shaken. 

4  To  me  the  darksome  tomb 
Is  but  a  narrow  room, 

Where  I  may  rest  in  peace,  from  sorrow  free. 

Thy  Death  shall  give  me  power 

To^cry  in  that  dark  hour, 
0  Death  !  0  Grave  !  where  is  your  victory  ? 

5  The  grave  can  naught  destroy; 
Only  the  flesh  can  die, 

And  even  the  body  triumphs  o'er  decay: 
Clothed  by  Thy  wondrous  might 
In  robes  of  dazzling  light, 

This  flesh  shall  burst  the  grave  at  that  Last  Day. 

6  My  Jesus,  day  by  day. 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

Beside  the  tomb  where  in  my  heart  Thou'rt  laid. 

•"     138 


EASTER  EYE. 

Thy  bitter  Death  shall  be 
My  constant  memory, 
My  guide  at  last  into  death's  awful  shade. 

Miss  WinkicorfJi.  1855. 
Tr.  Solomon  Franck.  1716. 

186  a  31, 

1  Jesus,  Thy  soul,  for  ever  blest, 

Hath  gone  among  the  dead, 
And  to  his  peaceful  place  of  rest 
The  dying  thief  hath  led. 

2  And  all  for  us ;  that  when,  ere  long, 

We  shall  resign  our  breath. 

We  may  not  fear  to  go  among 

The  unseen  shades  of  death. 

3  In  death's  dark  vale  I  soon  must  be, 

But  I  will  nothing  fear ; 
Thy  rod  and  staff  will  comfort  me ; 
Thou  hast  Thyself  been  there. 

Unknown.  1847. 

187  Der  Du,  Herr  Jesu,Ruh  unci  East.  L,  31, 

1  Lord  Jesus,  who,  our  souls  to  save. 
Didst  i*est  and  slumber  in  the  grave. 
Now  grant  us  all  in  Thee  to  rest. 
And  here  to  live  as  seems  Thee  best. 

2  Give  us  the  strength,  the  dauntless  faith, 
That  Thou  hast  purchased  with  Thy  Death, 
And  lead  us  to  that  glorious  place, 
Where  we  shall  see  the  Father's  face. 

3  0  Lamb  of  God,  who  once  was  slain, 
We  thank  Thee  for  that  bitter  pain. 
Let  us  partake  Thy  Death,  that  we 
May  enter  into  Life  with  Thee. 

Miss  Winkicorth.  1858. 

Tr.  George  Werner.  1538. 

139 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

185  SoruhestDu.  6,6,10. 

1  Rest  of  the  weary !     Thou 
Thyself  art  resting  now, 

Where  lowly  in  Thy  sepulchre  Thou  liest ; 

From  out  her  deathly  sleep  , 

My  soul  doth  start,  to  weep 
So  sad  a  wonder,  that  Thou,  Saviour,  diest ! 

2  Thy  bitter  anguish  o'er. 

To  this  dark  tomb  they  bore 
Thee,  Life  of  life — Thee,  Lord  of  all  creation  I 

The  hollow  rocky  care 

Must  serve  Thee  for  a  grave, 
Who  wast  Thyself  the  Rock  of  our  salvation  ! 

3  0  Prince  of  Life  !  I  know 
That  when  I  too  lie  low. 

Thou  wilt  at  last  my  soul  from  death  awaken  : 

Wherefore  I  will  not  shrink 

From  the  grave's  awful  brink  ; 
The  heart  that  trusts  in  Thee  shall  ne'er  be  shaken. 

4  To  me  the  darksome  tomb 
Is  but  a  narrow  room. 

Where  I  may  rest  in  peace,  from  sorrow  free. 

Thy  Death  shall  give  me  power 

To  cry  in  that  dark  hour, 
0  Death  !  0  Grave  !  where  is  your  victory  ? 

5  The  grave  can  naught  destroy; 
Only  the  flesh  can  die. 

And  even  the  body  triumphs  o'er  decay : 
Clothed  by  Thy  wondrous  might 
In  robes  of  dazzling  light, 

This  flesh  shall  burst  the  grave  at  that  Last  Day. 

6  My  Jesus,  day  by  day. 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray. 

Beside  the  tomb  where  in  my  heart  Thou'rt  laid. 

■      138 


EASTER  EVE. 

Thy  bitter  Death  shall  be 
My  constant  memory, 
My  guide  at  last  into  death's  awful  shade. 

Mi88  Winkivorth.  1855, 
Tr.  Solomon  Franck.  1716. 

186  a  31. 

1  Jesus,  Thy  soul,  for  ever  blest, 

Hath  gone  among  the  dead, 
And  to  his  peaceful  place  of  rest 
The  dying  thief  hath  led. 

2  And  all  for  us ;  that  when,  ere  long, 

We  shall  resign  our  breath, 

"We  may  not  fear  to  go  among 

The  unseen  shades  of  death. 

3  In  death's  dark  vale  I  soon  must  be, 

But  I  will  nothing  fear ; 
Thy  rod  and  staff  will  comfort  me ; 
Thou  hast  Thyself  been  there. 

Unknown.  18-47. 

187  ^6r  Du,  Herr  Jesu,Ruh  unci  East.  L,  31, 

1  LoRB  Jesus,  who,  our  souls  to  save, 
Didst  rest  and  slumber  in  the  grave, 
Now  grant  us  all  in  Thee  to  rest, 
And  here  to  live  as  seems  Thee  best. 

2  Give  us  the  strength,  the  dauntless  faith, 
That  Thou  hast  purchased  with  Thy  Death, 
And  lead  us  to  that  glorious  place. 
Where  we  shall  see  the  Father's  face. 

3  0  Lamb  of  God,  who  once  was  slain, 
We  thank  Thee  for  that  bitter  pain. 
Let  us  partake  Thy  Death,  that  we 
May  enter  into  Life  with  Thee. 

Miss  Winkworth.  1858. 

Tr.  George  Werner.  1538. 

139 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

188  8, 7. 

1  Hail,  all  hail,  Thou  Lord  of  glory ! 

Thee  our  Father,  Thee  we  own ! 
Abraham  heard  not  of  our  story, 
Israel  ne'er  our  name  hath  known : 

2  But,  Redeemer,  Thou  hast  sought  us, 

Thou  hast  heard  Thy  children's  wail; 
Thou  with  Thy  dear  Blood  hast  bought  us; 
Hail,  Thou  mighty  Victor,  hail ! 

Unknown.  1854. 


EASTER. 

189  L.M. 

1  He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around. 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ; 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  Him  who  groaned  beneath  your  load : 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  : 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo,  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ! 

The  tomb  in  vain  forbids  His  rise : 
Cherubic  legions  guard  Him  home, 
And  shout  Him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  Deliverer  reigns. 
Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster.  Death,  in  chains. 
140 


6  Say,  "Live  for  ever,  wondrous  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save !" 
Then  ask  the  monster:  "Where's  thy  sting? 
And  where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ?" 
Watts.  1709.  a. 

190  7s. 

1  Chuist  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say. 

Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high; 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won ; 
Lo  !  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er; 
Lo  !  He  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell ! 
Death  in  vain  forbids  His  rise ; 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  : 
Where,  0  Death,  is  now  Thy  sting  ? 
Dying  once,  He  all  doth  save ; 
Where  thy  victory,  0  Grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head  : 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we^rise; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies ! 

6  What  though  once  we  perished  all, 
Partners  in  our  parents'  fall: 
Second  life  we  now  receive, 

In  our  heavenly  Adam  live. 

7  Hail,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  ! 
Praise  to  Thee  by  both  be  given : 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now  ; 
Hail,  the  Resurrection  Thou  ! 

C.  Wesley.  1739. 
141 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

191  7, 0, 

1  The  day  of  Resurrection  ! 

Earth  !  tell  it  out  abroad ! 
The  Passover  of  gladness, 

The  Passover  of  God! 
From  death  to  Life  eternal, 

From  earth  unto  the  sky, 
Our  Christ  hath  brought  us  over, 

With  hymns  of  victory. 

2  Our  hearts  be  pure  from  evil. 

That  we  may  see  aright 
The  Lord  in  rays  eternal 

Of  resurrection  light : 
And  listening  to  His  accents, 

May  hear,  so  calm  and  plain, 
His  own  "All  hail!" — and  hearing. 

May  raise  the  victor  strain. 

3  Now  let  the  heavens  be  joyful ! 

Let  earth  her  song  be-gin  ! 
Let  the  round  world  keep  triumph. 

And  all  that  is  therein  : 
In  grateful  exultation 

Their  notes  let  all  things  blend, 
For  Christ  the  Lord  hath  risen. 
Our  Joy  that  hath  no  end. 

John  Mason  Neale.  1862.  a. 
Tr.  John  of  Damascus,  ah.  TOO. 

192  Trochaic  7,  0. 

1  Come,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  strain 

Of  triumphant  gladness  ! 
God  hath  brought  His  Israel 
Into  joy  from  sadness  ! 

2  'Tis  the  spring  of  souls  to-day: 

Christ  hath  burst  His  prison  ; 
And  from  three  days'  sleep  in  death, 
As  a  sun,  l^lath  risen. 
142 


3  All  the  winter  of  our  sins, 

Long  and  dark,  is  tiying 
From  His  light,  to  whom  we  give 
Thanks  and  praise  undying. 

4  Neither  might  the  gates  of  death, 

Nor  the  tomb's  dark  portal, 
Nor  the  watchers,  nor  the  seal, 
Hold  Thee  as  a  mortal  : 

5  But  to-day  amidst  the  twelve 

Thou  didst  stand,  bestowing 
That  Thy  peace,  which  evermore 
Passeth  human  knowing, 

John  Mason  Neale.  1862. 

Tr.  John  of  Damascus,  ah.  760. 

lf)3  Jesu,  meine  Zuversicht.  'gS, 

1  Jesus  my  Redeemer  lives, 

Christ  \ay  Trust  is  dead  no  more ; 
In  the  strength  this  knowledge  gives, 

Shall  not  all  my  fears  be  o'er? 
Calm,  though  death's  long  night  be  fraught 
Still  with  many  an  anxious  thought? 

2  Jesus  my  Redeemer  lives. 

And  His  life  I  soon  shall  see  ; 
Bright  the  hope  this  promise  gives ; 

Where  He  is  I  too  shall  be. 
Shall  I  fear  then  ?     Can  the  Head 
Rise  and  leave  the  members  dead? 

3  Close  to  Him  my  soul  is  bound, 

In  the  bonds  of  hope  enclasped: 
Faith's  strong  hand  this  hold  hath  found, 

And  the  R,ock  hath  firmly  grasped. 
Death  shall  ne'er  my  soul  remove 
From  her  refuge  in  Thy  Love. 

143 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

4  I  shall  see  Him  with  these  eyes, 

Him  whom  I  shall  surely  know; 
Not  another  shall  I  rise ; 

With  His  love  my  heart  shall  glow; 
Only  there  shall  disappear 
Weakness  in  and  round  me  here. 

5  We  who  suffer,  sigh  and  moan, 

Fresh  and  glorious  there  shall  reign  : 
Earthly  here  the  seed  is  sown, 

Heavenly  it  shall  rise  again ; 
Natural  the  death  we  die, 
Spiritual  our  life  on  high. 

6  Saviour,  help  us,  that  our  heart 

Rise  betimes  from  earthly  lust ; 
Let  us  there  with  Thee  have  part, 
Here  obey  our  Lord  and  trust. 
Fix  our  hearts  beyond  the  skies. 
Whither  we  ourselves  would  rise  ! 
Miss  Winkicorth.  1855.  «. 
Tr.  Louisa  Henrietta  of  Brandenburg.  1653. 

194:        Jesus  lebt!  mit  Ihm  auch  ich.     '4  ,  8,  7* 

1  Jesus  lives !  no  longer  now 

Can  thy  terrors.  Death,  appal  me ; 
Jesus  lives  !  and  this  I  know. 

From  the  dead  He  will  recall  me. 
Brighter  scenes  will  then  commence ; 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 

2  Jesus  liVes  !  to  Him  the  throne 

Over  all  the  world  is  given  : 
I  shall  go  where  He  is  gone. 

Live  and  reign  with  Him  in  heaven. 
God  is  pledged:  weak  doubtings,  hence  I 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 
144 


3  Jesus  lives,  who  died  for  me  ; 

Then,  alone  to  Jesus  living, 
Pure  in  heart  I'll  ever  be, 

Glory  to  my  Saviour  giving. 
God  will  be  a  sure  Defence; 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 

4  Jesus  lives  !  I  know  full  well, 

Naught  from  me  His  heart  shall  sever; 
Life  nor  death,  nor  powers  of  hell, 

Tear  me  from  His  keeping  ever. 
Freely  God  doth  grace  dispense; 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 

5  Jesus  lives  !  henceforth  is  death 

But  the  gate  of  Life  immortal ; 
This  shall  calm  my  trembling  breath. 

When  I  pass  its  gloomy  portal. 
"  Lord,"  I'll  cry,  as  fails  each  sense, 
"  Lord,  Thou  art  my  confidence  !" 

Frances  Elizabeth  Cox.  1841.  «r. 
Tr.  Christian  F.  Gellert.  1757. 

19 iS         Willkommen,  Held  im  Streite.      C.  itf. 

1  Welcome,  Thou  Victor  in  the  strife, 

Welcome  from  out  the  cave  ! 

To-day  we  triumph  in  Thy  life 

Around  Thine  empty  grave. 

2  Our  enemy  is  put  to  shame. 

His  short-lived  triumph  o'er; 
Our  God  is  with  us,  we  exclaim. 
We  fear  our  foe  no  more. 

3  The  dwellings  of  the  just  resound 

With  songs  of  victory; 
For  in  their  midst  Thou,  Lord,  art  found, 
And  bringest  peace  with  Thee. 

145 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

4  0  let  Thy  conquering  banner  wave 

O'er  hearts  Thou  makest  free  ; 
And  point  the  path  that  from  the  grave 
Leads  heavenwai-d  up  to  Thee. 

5  We  bury  all  our  sin  and  crime 

Deep  in  our  Saviour's  tomb, 
And  seek  the  treasure  there,  that  time 
Nor  change  can  e'er  consume. 

6  Fearless  we  lay  us  in  the  tomb, 

And  sleep  the  night  away, 
If  Thou  art  there  to  break  the  gloom, 
And  call  us  back  to  day. 

7  De.ath  hurts  us  not :  his  power  is  gone, 

And  pointless  all  his  darts  : 
God's  favor  now  on  us  hath  shone, 
Joy  filleth  all  our  hearts. 

Miss   Winkicorth.  1855. 

Tr.  Benjamin  Schmolk,   1712. 

196  a  31. 

1  Fatper  of  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord, 

My  Savior,  and  my  Head, 
I  trust  in  Thee,  whose  powerful  word 
Hath  raised  Him  from  the  dead. 

2  Thou  knowest  for  my  offence  He  died, 

And  rose  again  for  me  ; 
Fully  and  freely  justified, 
That  I  might  live  to  Thee. 

3  Eternal  life  to  all  mankind 

ThoA  hast  in  Jesus  given  ; 
And  all  who  seek,  in  Him,  shall  find 
The  happiness  of  heaven. 

4  Obedient  faith,  that  waits  on  Thee, 

Thou  never  wilt  reprove  : 
But  Thou  wilt  form  Thy  Son  in  me, 
And  perfect  me  in  love. 
146 


ASCENSION. 

5  To  Thoe  the  glory  of  Thy  power 
And  faithfulness  I  give. 
I  shall  in  Christ,  at  that  glad  hour, 
And  Christ  in  me  shall  live. 

C.  Wesleij.  1742. 


I  ASCENSION. 

197  PSALM  24.  L.  M. 

1  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead ; 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high : 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene : 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  His  right; 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 
•4  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ? 

The  Lord,  that  all  His  foes  o'ercame ; 

The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew ; 

And  Jesus  is  the  Conqueror's  name. 

.      C.   Wesley.  1760. 

198  7  s, 

1  Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 
Glorious,  to  His  native  skies ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Reascends  His  native  heaven. 

2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits ; 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene; 
Take  the  King  of  Glory  in  ! 

147 


THE  CHCRCH  YEAR, 

8  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves  ; 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own. 

4  See,  He  lifts  His  hands  above !  '' 
See,  He  shows  the  prints  of  love  ! 
Hark,  His  gracious  lips  bestow 
Blessings  on  His  Church  below ! 

5  Still  for  us  His  Death  He  pleads  ; 
Prevalent,  He  intercedes ; 

Near  Himself  prepares  our  place. 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

6  There  we  shall  with  Thee  remain, 
Partners  of  Thy  endless  reign  ; 
There  Thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  Thee. 

C.  Wesh)/.  1739. 

190  Hymnum  canamus  glorice.         X,  JM, 

1  A  HYMN  of  glory  let  us  sing; 

New  hymns  throughout  the  world  shall  ring ; 
By  a  new  way  none  ever  trod, 
Christ  mounteth  to  the  throne  of  God. 

2  May  our  affections  thither  tend. 
And  thither  constantly  ascend, 
Where,  seated  on  the  Father's  throne, 
Thee  reigning  in  the  heavens  we  own  ! 

3  Be  Thou  pur  present  Joy,  0  Lord, 
Who  wilt  be  ever  our  Keward : 
And  as  the  countless  ages  flee. 
May  all  our  glory  be  in  Thee  ! 

Elizabeth  Eundell  Charles.  1858. 
Tr.  Becle.  ah.  780. 
148 


ASCEXSIOX. 

200  Jesu,  nostra  Redemptio.  C,  3£» 

1  0  Christ,  our  Hope,  our  heart's  Desire, 

Redemption's  only  Spring ! 
Creator  of  the  world  art  Thou, 
Its  Savior  and  its  King. 

2  How  vast  the  mercy  and  the  Love 

Which  laid  our  sins  on  Thee, 
And  led  Thee  to  a  cruel  death. 
To  set  Thy  people  free  ! 

3  But  now  the  bands  of  death  are  hurst, 

The  ransom  has  been  paid; 
And  Thou  art  on  Thy  Father's  throne, 
In  glorious  robes  arrayed. 

4  0  may  Thy  mighty  Love  prevail 

Our  sinful  souls  to  spare  ! 
0  may  we  come  before  Thy  throne. 
And  find  acceptance  there  ! 

5  0  Christ,  be  Thou  our  present  Joy, 

Our  future  great  Reward ; 
Our  only  glory  may  it  be 
To  glory  in  the  Lord ! 

John  Chandler,  1837. 

201  CM, 

1  0  Thof,  who  thus  exalted  a.rt. 

On  whom  our  souls  rely. 
Grant  to  us  now,  in  mind  and  heart. 
To  dwell  with  Thee  on  high ! 

2  And  when  at  length,  redeemed  by  Thee, 

The  just  that  sleep  shall  rise, 
"VYith  theirs  our  happy  portion  be, 
A  home  beyond  the  skies. 

Unknown.  1854. 
149 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

KINGDOM  AND  PRIESTHOOD  OF  CHRIST. 

202  ^'  ^^' 

1  The  Head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns 

Is  crowned  with  glory  now; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 
The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  hIs  by  sovereign  right : 
The  King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords, 
And  heaven's  eternal  Light. 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below. 
To  whom  He  manifests  His  Love, 
And  grants  His  Name  to  know. 

4  To  them  the  Cross,  with  all  its  shame. 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given; 
Their  name  an  everlasting  name, 
Their  joy  the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  Him  above ; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 
The  mystery  of  His  Love. 

6  The  Cross  He  bore  is  life  and  health, 

Though  shame  and  death  to  Him : 
His  people's  hope.  His  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

Thomas  Kelly.  1820. 

203  ^>7,7 

I  Ha*rk,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above ! 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love. 
See,  He  sits  on  yonder  throne ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 
150 


KINGDOM  AND  GLORY  OF  CHRIST. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above,  and  makes  it  fair  : 
Lord  of  life,  Thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers  and  charms  Thy  people  here. 
When  we  think  of  Love  like  Thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  Love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  forever; 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  :  V 

Nothing  from  Thy  Love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  Thou  hast  made  Thine  own  ; 
Happy  objects  of  Thy  grace. 
Destined  to  behold  Thy  face. 

4  Savior,  hasten  Thine  appearing ; 

Bring,  0  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing. 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing, 
"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King." 

Thomas  Kelhj.  1804.  a. 

'04:  H.  M. 

1  Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King  ! 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

2  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ,• 
When  He  had  purged  our  stains, 
He  took  His  seat  above : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  &c. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail. 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven  : 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jesus  given. 
Lift  up  your  heart,  &q. 

151 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand, 

Till  all  His  foes  submit, 
And  bow  to  His  command, 
And  fall  beneath  His  feet. 
Lift  up  your  heart,  &c. 

5  He  all  His  foes  shall  quell. 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy; 
And  every  bosom  swell 
With  pure  seraphic  joy : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  &c. 

6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope; 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come. 
And  take  His  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home: 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound.  Rejoice ! 

C.   Wesley.  1749. 

203  Siegesfursi  und  EhrenJconig.  '^s, 

1  Conquering  Prince  and  Lord  most  high  ! 

Majesty  enthroned  in  light ! 
All  the  heavens  before  Thee  lie. 

Far  beyond  them  spreads  Thy  might. 
Shall  I  fall  not  at  Thy  feet. 
And  my  heart  with  rapture  beat. 
Now  Thy  glory  is  displayed. 
Thine  ere  yet  the  worlds  were  made  ? 

2  Far  and  wide.  Thou  Heavenly  Sun, 

Now  Thy  brightness  streams  abi*oad, 
And  heaven's  host  anew  hath  won 

Light  and  gladness  from  its  Lord. 
So  let  earth's  remotest  end 
To  Thy  righteous  sceptre  bend  : 
Make  Thy  way  before  Thee  plain, 
O'er  all  hearts  and  spirits  reign. 
152 


KINGDOM  AXD  PRIESTHOOD  OF  CHRIST. 

3  Of  Thy  cup  shall  I  not  drink, 

Now  Thy  glories  o'er  me  shine  ? 
Shall  my  courage  ever  sink, 

Now  I  know  all  power  is  Thine? 
I  will  trust  Thee,  0  my  King, 
And  will  fear  no  earthly  thing  ; 
Henceforth  will  I  bow  the  knee 
To  no  ruler,  save  to  Thee. 

4  Lo,  Thy  presence  filleth  now 

All  Thy  Church  in  every  place. 
To  ray  heart,  0  enter  Thou ! 

See,  it  thirsteth  for  Thy  grace. 
Come,  Thou  King  of  glory,  come, 
Deign  to  make  my  heart  Thy  home. 
There  abide  and  rule  alone. 
As  upon  Thy  heavenly  throne. 

5  Parting,  Thou  dost  bring  Thy  life, 

God  and  heaven,  most  inly  near  : 
Let  me  rise  o'er  earthly  strife. 

As  though  still  I  saw  Thee  here ; 
And  my  heart,  transplanted  hence, 
Strange  to  earth  and  time  and  sense, 
Dwell  with  Thee  in  heaven  even  now, 
Where  our  only  joy  art  Thou  ! 

Miss  Winkworth.  1858.  a. 
Tr.  Gerhard  Tersteegen.  1731. 

206  L.  31. 

1  I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives ! 
What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives ! 
He  lives.  He  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  ever-living  Head. 

2  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  His  Love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above. 

He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed. 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 
10  153 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

3  He  lives  to  grant  me  ricli  supply. 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  His  eye, 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

4  He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears, 
He  lives  to  wipe  away  my  tears, 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart. 
He  lives,  all  blessings  to  impart. 

5  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death ; 
He  lives,  my  mansion  to  prepare; 
He  lives,  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

6  He  lives,  all  glory  to  His  Name ! 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same ; 

0  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives ! 

From  Samuel  Medley.  1800. 

207  H*  M, 

1  Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest, 

Offered  His  Blood  and  died; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 

No  sacrifice  beside. 
His  powerful  Blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

2  To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 

Will  I  commit  my  cause ; 
He  answers  and  fulfils 

His  Father's  broken  laws. 
Behold  my  soul  at  freedom  set ; 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 

3  My  Advocate  ajipears 

For  my  defence  on  high ; 
The  Father  bows  His  ears, 
And  lays  His  thunder  by. 
Not  all  that  hell  or  sin  can  say. 
Shall  turn  His  heart,  His  Love  away. 
164 


ETERNAL  PRIESTHOOD  OF  CHRIST. 

4  Should  all  the  hosts  of  death, 

And  powers  of  hell  unknown, 

Put  their  most  dreadful  forms 

Of  rage  and  mischief  on, 

I  shall  be  safe,  for  Christ  displays 

Superior  power  and  guardian  grace. 

Watts.  1709. 

2  OS  H.M. 

1  Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  His  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  Love, 

His  precious  BloOd  to  plead  ; 
His  Blood  atoned  for  all  our  race. 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  He  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers. 

They  strongly  speak  for  me ; 
Forgive  him,  0  forgive,  they  cry, 
Kor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die  ! 

4  The  Father  hears  Him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  Presence  of  His  Son  ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  Blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear : 
He  owns  me  for  His  child, 

155 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

I  can  no  longer  fear ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father !  cry. 

C.  Wesley.  1742. 

209  X.  31.  61. 

1  When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark  and  friends  are  few, 
On  Him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain. 
Experienced  every  human  pain ; 

He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears. 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue. 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do,- 

Still  He,  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And  sore  dismayed,  my  spirit  dies. 
Still  He,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry. 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

4  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend. 
Which  covers  what  was  once  a  friend : 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile. 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while; 

Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed. 
For  Thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

5  And  0,  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,-  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,  for  Thou  hast  died ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

Sir  Robert  Grant.  1812. 
156 


BRAISE  TO  CHRIST. 


PRAISE  TO  CHRIST. 

210  Gloriosi  Salvatoris.  S,  7* 

1  To  the  Xame  of  our  salvation 

Honor,  worship,  thanks,  we  pay; 
"Which,  for  many  a  generation 

Hid  in  God's  fore-knowledge  lay, 
But  with  holy  exultation 

"^V'e  may  sing  aloud  to-day. 

2  Jesus  is  the  Xame  we  treasure, 

Name  beyond  what  words  can  tell ; 
Name  of  gladness,  name  of  pleasure. 

Ear  and  heart  delighting  well; 
Name  of  sweetness,  passing  measure, 

Saving  us  from  sin  and  hell. 

3  'Tis  the  Name  for  adoration ; 

'Tis  the  Name  of  victory; 
'Tis  the  Name  for  meditation 

In  this  vale  of  misery; 
'Tis  the  Name  for  veneration 

By  the  citizens  on  high. 

4  Jesus  is  the  Name  exalted 

Over  every  other  name  ; 
In  this  Name,  whene'er  assaulted, 
We  can  put  our  foes  to  shame ; 
Strength  to  them  who  else  had  halted. 
Eyes  to  blind,  and  feet  to  lame. 

5  Jesus,  we  Thy  Name  adoring. 

Long  to  see  Thee  as  Thou  art ; 
Of  Thy  clemency  imploring 
So  to  write  it  in  our  heart, 
That  hereafter,  upward  soaring. 
We  with  angels  may  have  part. 

From  John  Maaon  Neale.  1851. 
157 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

For  Palm  Sunday. 

211  Gloria,  laus,-et  honor.  7fS, 

1  All  glory,  praise,  and  honor 

To  Thee,  Redeemer  King; 
To  whom  the  lips  of  childrein 
Made  sweet  hosannas  ring. 

2  Thou  art  the  King  of  Israel, 

Thou  David's  royal  Son, 
Who  in  the  Lord's  name  comest, 
The  King  and  Blessed  One! 

3  The  company  of  angels 

Are  praising  Thee  on  high, 
And  mortal  men,  and  all  things 
Created,  make  repl3\ 

4  The  people  of  the  Hebrews 

With  palms  before  Thee  went ; 
Our  praise  and  prayer  and  anthems 
Before  Thee  we  present. 

5  To  Thee  before  Thy  Passion 

They  sang  their  hymns  of  jjraise ; 
To  Thee,  now  high  exalted, 
Our  melody  we  raise. 

6  Thou  didst  accept  their  praises  ; 

Accept  the  prayers  we  bring, 
Who  in  all  good  delightest. 

Thou  good  and  gracious  King  ! 

John  Mason  Neale.  1856. 
-   Tr.  Theodul2:,h  of  Orleans,  d.  821. 

212  CM. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  Name! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
158 


PRAISE  TO  CHRIST. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall, 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  Him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David  Lord  did  call : 

The  God  incarnate,  Man  divine: 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet. 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
0  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
6  0  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 
We  at  His  feet  may  fall ; 
"We'll  join  the  everlasting  song. 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

From  Edward  Perronet.  1785.  a. 

'213  a  31. 

1  Hail,. holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  ! 

Let  powers  immortal  sing ; 
Adore  the  co-eternal  Word, 
Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King! 

2  To  Thee  all  angels  cry  aloud, 

Thy  Xame  hosannas  ring  ; 
Around  Thy  throne  their  myriads  crowd, 
And  shout,  the  Lord  is  King  ! 

3  Hail  Him,  they  cry,  ye  sons  of  light, 

Of  joy  the  eternal  Spring; 
Praise  Him  who  formed  you  by  His  might, 
Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King ! 

159 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

4  Hail  Him,  ye  saints,  whose  lore  for  you 

Has  drawn  the  monster's  sting; 

0  render  to  the  Lord  His  "due; 
Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King ! 

5  Cry  out  and  shout,  fair  Zion's  land ! 

Ye  priests,  your  offerings  bring ; 
Watchmen,  that  on  her  ramparts  stand, 
0  shout,  the  Lord  is  King ! 

6  Let  worlds  above  and  worlds  below. 

In  songs  united  sing ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  flow, 
Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King  ! 

Edicard  Perronet.  1785.  a. 

214  a  M. 

1  0  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ! 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  His  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim. 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  Thy  Name. 

3  Jesus,  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  sin. 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  : 
His  Blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean; 
His  Blood  avails  for  me. 

5  Look  unto  Him,  ye  nations ;  own 

Your  God,  ye  fallen  race ; 
Look,  and  be  saved  through  faith  alone. 
Be  justified  by  grace. 
•    l&O 


PRAISE  TO  CHRIST. 

6  See  all  your  sins  on  Jesus  laid ; 

The  Lamb  of  God  was  slain  ; 
His  soul  was  once  an  ofifering  made 
For  every  soul  of  man. 

7  Gloi-y  to  God,  and  praise,  and  love^ 

Be  ever,  ever  given  ; 
By  saints  below  and  saints  above, 
The  Church  in  earth  and  heaven. 

C.  Wesley.  1740.  a. 

215  H.  M. 

1  Let  earth  and  heaven  combine. 

Angels  and  men  agree, 
To  praise  in  songs  divine 

The  incarnate  Deity : 
To  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus'  Name. 

2  Jesus  !  transporting  sound  ! 

The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven; 
No  other  help  is  found, 

No  other  name  is  given. 
By  which  we  can  salvation  have  ; 
But  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 

3  For  me  and  all  mankind 

The  Lamb  of  God  was  slain  : 
My  Lord  His  life  resigned 
For  every  soul  of  man  : 
Loving  to  all,  He  none  passed  by. 
He  would  not  have  one  sinner  die. 

4  0  unexampled  Love  ! 

0  all-redeeming  grace ! 
How  swiftly  didst  Thou  move 
To  save  a  fallen  race ! 
"What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known. 
What  Thou  for  all  mankind  hast  done? 

C.   Wesley.  1756.  a. 
161 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

216  H,  M. 

1  Join  all  the  glorioue  names 

Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew. 

That  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  His  worth ; 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

2  But  0,  what  gentle  terms, 

What  condescending  ways, 
Doth  our  Redeemer  use, 

To  teach  His  heavenly  grace  ! 
Mine  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  see 
What  forms  of  love  He  bears  for  me. 

3  Arrayed  in  mortal  flesh, 

He  like  an  angel  stands ; 
And  holds  the  promises 

And  pardons  in  His  hands  : 
Commissioned  from  His  Father's  throne, 
To  make  His  grace  to  mortals  known. 

4  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  Thy  Name  ; 
By  Thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came  ; 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven. 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

5  Be  Thou  my  Counsellor, 

My  Pattern  and  my  Guide ; 
And  through  this  desert  land 
Still  keep  me  near  Thy  side  ; 
0  let  m^  feet  ne'er  run  astray. 
Nor  rove,  nor  seek  the  crooked  way ! 

Watts.  1709. 

217  8,  7,  7. 

1  OxE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend. 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
162 


PRAISE  TO  CHRIST. 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 
They  who  once  His  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  Love. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  Him  to  God. 
This  was  boundless  Love  indeed : 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  in  need. 

3  "When  He  lived  on  earth  abased. 

Friend  of  sinners  was  His  name  : 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised. 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 
Still  He  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  0  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love. 
We.  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 
But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  Thee  as  we  ought. 

John  Newton.  1779. 

218  a  M, 

1  How  sweet  the  Xame  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  Name  !  the  Rock  on  which  I  build. 

My  Shield  and  Hiding-place; 
My  never-failing  Treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

163 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

4:  By  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 
Although  with  sin  defiled; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But,  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then,  I  would  Thy  Love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  Name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

John  Newton.  1779. 

219  7s. 

1  Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows 

Charm  me  in  Emmanuel's  Name; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  His  birth,  and  Cross,  and  shame. 

2  When  He  came,  the  angels  sung, 

"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  :" 
Lord,  unloose  my  stammering  tongue; 
Who  should  louder  sing  than  I  ? 

3  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become. 

That  he  might  the  law  fulfil, 
Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room, 

And  canst  thou,  my  tongue,  be  still  ? 

4  No  ;  I  must  my  praises  bring, 

Though  they  worthless  are,  and  weak ; 
For,  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak. 

5  0  my  Saviour,  Shield,  and  Sun, 

Shepherd,  Brother  Lord,  and  Friend — 
Every  precious  name  in  one  ! 
I  will  love  Thee  without  end. 

John  Newton.  1779.  a. 
164 


COMlirXION  WITH  CHRIST. 

COMMUNION  WITH    CHRIST. 

220  Jesu  dulcis  Memoria.  C.  ilf. 

1  JESrs  !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 

With  sweetness  fills  my  breast; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  Name, 
0  Savior  of  mankind  ! 

3  0  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

0  Joy  of  all  the  meek  ! 
To  those  who  fall,  hoAv  kind  Thou  art. 
How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  ah,  this  ' 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show: 
The  Love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is. 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  Joy  be  Thou ! 

As  Thou  our  Prize  wilt  be; 
Jesus,  be  Thou  our  Glory  now, 
And  through  ete'rnity ! 

Edward  CasioalL  1848. 

Tr.  Bernard  of  Clairvaux.  1153. 

221  Jesu  Rex  admirahilis.  C.  31, 

1  0  Jesus  !  King  most  wonderful, 

Thou  Conqueror  renowned ; 
Thou  Sweetness  most  ineffable. 
In  whom  all  joys  are  found ! 

2  When  once  Thou  visitest  the  heart, 

Then  truth  begins  to  shine: 
Then  earthly  vanities  depart, 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

16$ 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

3  0  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below! 

Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire ! 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 
All  that  we  can  desire, — 

4  May  every  heart  confess  Thy  Name, 

And  ever  Thee  adore  ; 
And,  seeking  Thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  Thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  forever  bless ; 

Thee  may  we  love  alone ; 

And  ever  in  our  lives  express 

The  image  of  Thine  own. 

Edward  Gaswall.  1S48.  a. 
Tr.  Bernard  of  Clairvaux.  1153. 

222  7s. 

1  Lord,  and  whither  shall  we  go  ? 

Thou  alone  hast  words  of  life ! 
In  our  stormy  griefs  below. 

Who,  but  Thou,  can  heal  the  strife 
Sin  and  sorrow  round  us  bring. 
In  life's  vale  while  wandering? 

2  Blessed  Christ !  embodied  "VYord  ! 

Thou  alone  art  Life  and  Light : 
Saints  who  have  Thy  truth  preferred 

Walk  in  peace,  and  worship  right : 
Thou  alone  to  sin  canst  say, 
"I  am  Love,  the  Living  Way." 

3  Sun  of  Grace,  0  ever  shine 

Round  our  paths,  where'er  they  lead  ! 
Midnig*ht  feels  a  ray  divine 

Breaking  through  the  darkest  need. 
If  we  hear,  when  most  dismayed, 
*'It  is  I,  be  not  afraid !" 

4  Pardon,  peace,  and  purity. 

Gifts  without,  and  grace  within, 
Love  and  light  which  set  us  free 
166 


COMMUNION  "WITH  CHRIST. 

From  the  curse  and  chain  of  sin, — 
These,  Emmanuel,  Thou  canst  give, 
While  upon  Thy  words  we  live. 

5  Not  a  want,  Thou  canst  not  fill ; 

Xot  a  fear,  Thou  wilt  not  tame ; 
If,  indeed,  repentance  will 
I  Rest  upon  Thy  glorious  Xame, 

High  o'er  every  guilt  and  grave 
Shall  Redemption's  banner  wave  ! 

6  Saviour,  be  our  Polar  Star, 

Shaded  by  no  sinful  night; 
Shed  upon  us  fi-om  afar 

Living  beams  of  holy  light : 
When  we  reach  our  radiant  home, 
We  shall  know  the  Way  we  come. 

Hoberi  Monlfjomery.  1848. 

223  a  31, 

1  Lord,  should  we  leave  Thy  hallowed  feet, 

To  whom  should  we  repair  ? 
Where  else  such  holy  comforts  meet. 
As  spring  eternal  there  ? 

2  Earth  has  no  fount  of  true  delight. 

No  pure  perennial  stream  ; 
And  sorrow's  storm,  and  death's  long  night. 
Obscure  life's  brightest  beam. 

3  Unmingled  joys  'tis  Thine  to  give. 

And  undecaying  peace ; 
For  Thou  canst  teach  us  so  to  \fvQ, 
That  life  shall  never  cease. 

4  Thou  only  canst  the  cheering  words 

Of  endless  life  supply; 
Anointed  of  the  Lord  of  lords. 
The  Son  of  God  most  high  ! 

George  Washington  Doane.  1826. 
167 


THE  CHURCH  TEAR. 

224:  a  31. 

1  Thotj  art  the  "Way  :.to  Thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee  : 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  Him,  Lord,  by  Thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  :  Thy  Word  alone 

Sound  wisdom  can  impart: 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life  :  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  Thy  conquering  arm  : 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  Thee, 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life : 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know. 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

George  W.  Doane.  1826. 

225  7s. 

1  Holy  Jesus,  Saviour  blest, 
When  by  passion  strong  possest 
Through  this  world  of  sin  we  stray, 
Thou  to  guide  us  art  the  Way. 

2  Holy  Lord,  when  error's  night 
Dims  and  blinds  our  clouded  sight, 
Through  the  mists  of  sin  to  shine. 
Thou  dost  rise,  the  Truth  divine. 

3  Holy  J^us,  when  our  power 
Fail^  us  in  temptation's  hour. 
All  unequal  to  the  strife. 
Thou  to  aid  us  art  the  Life. 

4  Who  would  reach  the  heavenly  home, 
AVho  would  to  the  Father  come. 


168 


Who  the  Father's  presence  see, 
Jesus,  he  must  come  by  Thee. 


COMMUXIOK  WITH  CHRIST. 

5  Channel  of  the  Father's  grace, 
Image  of  the  Father's  face, 
Savior  blest,  incarnate  Son, 
With  the  Father  Thou  art  One. 

6  Glory  to  the  Father  be, 
Glory,  only  Son,  to  Thee; 
And,  of  equal  power  contest, 
Glory  to  the  Sjnrit  blest. 

Richard  Mant.  1837.  a. 

226         Giitcr  Ilirte,  willst  Du  mcht.    7,  8,  7. 

1  Wilt  Thou  not,  my  Shepherd  true, 

Spare  Thy  sheep,  in  mercy  spare  me  ? 
Wilt  Thou  not,  as  shepherds  do, 

In  Thine  arms  rejoicing  bear  me, 
Bear  me  where  all  troubles  cease, 
Home  to  folds  of  joy  and  peace? 

2  See  how  I  have  gone  astray, 

How  earth's  labyrinths  oft  mislead  me; 
Bring  me  back  into  Thy  way. 

In  Thine  own  green  pastures  feed  me : 
Gather  me  within  the  fold, 
Where  Thy  lambs  Thy  light  behold. 

3  With  Thy  flock  I  long  to  be. 

With  the  flock  to  whom  'tis  given, 
Safe  to  feed,  and,  praising  Thee, 

Roam  the  happy  plains  of  heaven  : 
Free  from  fear  of  sinful  stain. 
They  can  never  stray  again. 

4  Lord,  I  here  am  sore  beset. 

Fears  at  every  step  confound  me  ; 
Lo  !  my  foes  have  spread  their  net, 

And  with  craft  and  might  surround  me : 
Such  their  snares  on  every  side, 
Safe  Thy  sheep  can  ne'er  abide. 
11  16d 


THE  CHrnCH  YEAR. 

5  Jesus,  Lord  I  my  Shepherd  true, 
0  from  wolves  Thy  gheep  deliver  ; 
Help,  as  shepherds  wont  to  do, 

Froxn  their  jaws  preserve  me  ever. 
Bid  Thy  trembling  wanderer  come 
To  his  everlasting  home. 

Frances  Elizabeth  Cox.  1841. 
Tr.  Angelus  Silesius.  1657. 

227  7 

1  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly. 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ! 
Hide  me,  0  my  Savior,  hide. 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee : 
Leave,  ah,  leave  me  not  alone. 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ! 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring  : 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

]\Iore  than  all  in  Thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  Name  ; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness  : 
Palse  and  full  of  sin  I  am  ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
170 


COMMUNION  WITH  CHRIST. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 
Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound : 

Make  and  keep  mc  pui'e  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  Fountain  art, 
Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee : 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 

C.     Wesley,  1740. 

228  7s, 

1  Son  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry ! 
By  the  holy  mystery 

Of  Thy  dwelling  here  on  earth. 
By  Thy  pure  and  holy  birth, — 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me  ! 

2  Lamb  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry ! 
By  Thy  bitter  agonj', 

By  Thy  pangs  to  us  unknown, 
By  Thy  spirit's  parting  groan, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see. 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me  ! 

3  Prince  of  Life,  to  Thee  I  cry ! 
By  Thy  glorious  majesty. 

By  Thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Meek  to  suffer,  strong  to  save, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifes:;  Thyself  to  me  ! 

4  Lord  of  glory,  God  most  high, 
Man  exalted  to  the  sky  ! 
With  Thy  love  my  bosom  fill ; 
Prompt  me  to  perform  Thy  will : 
Then  Thy  glory  I  shall  see, 
Thou  wilt  bring  me  home  to  Thee. 

Richard  Maui.  1838. 
171 


THE  CHTTRCH  YEAR. 

229  The  Image  of  the  Earthly.        C,  M, 

1  0  MEAK  may  seem  tbis  house  of  clay, 

Yet 't  was  the  Lord's  abode  ; 
Our  feet  may  mourn  this  thorny  way, 
Yet  here  Emmanuel  trod. 

2  This  fleshly  robe  the  Lord  did  wear; 

This  watch  the  Lord  did  keep  ; 
These  burdens  sore  the  Lord  did  bear  ; 
These  tears  the  Lord  did  weep  ! 

3  This  world'the  Master  overcame; 

This  death  the  Lord  did  die  : 
0  vanquished  world  !  0  glorious  shame  ! 
0  hallowed  agony ! 

4  0  vale  of  tears,  no  longer  sad, 

Wherein  the  Lord  did  dwell ! 
0  holy  robe  of  flesh  that  clad 
Our  own  Emmanuel ! 

5  Our  very  frailty  brings  us  near 

Unto  the  Lord  of  heaven ; 
To  every  grief,  to  every  tear. 
Such  glory  strange  is  given. 

Thomas  H.  Gill.  1848. 

230  The  image  of  the  Heavenly.        C»  JME, 

1  'Tis  not  this  fleshly  robe  alone 

Shall  link  us,  Lord,  to  Thee ; 
Not  always  in  the  tear  and  groan 
Shall  the  dear  kindred  be. 

2  Thou  to  our  woe  who  down  didst  come, 

Who  one  with  us  wouldst  be. 

Wilt  liTt  us  to  Thy  heavenly  home, 

Wilt  make  us  one  with  Thee. 

3  Our  earthly  garments  Thou  hast  worn. 

And  we  Thy  robes  shall  wear ; 
Our  mortal  burdens  Thou  hast  borne. 
And  we  Thy  bliss  may  bear  I 
172 


COMMUNION  WITH  CHRIST. 

4  0  mighty  grace,  our  life  to  live, 

To  make  our  earth  divine  ; 
0  mighty  grace,  Thy  heaven  to  give, 
And  lift  our  life  to  Thine  ! 

5  0  strange  the  gifts,  and  marvellous, 

By  Thee  received  and  given  : 
Thou  tookest  woe  and  death  from  us, 
And  we  receive  Thy  heaven  ! 

Thomas  H.  Gill.  1848. 

231  7,  6,  S. 

1  Jesus,  Name  ail  names  above, 

Jesus,  best  and  dearest, 
Jesus,  Fount  of  perfect  love, 

Holiest,  tenderest,  nearest; 
Jesus,  Source  of  grace  completest, 
Jesus  tenderest,  Jesus  sweetest, 

Jesus,  Well  of  power  divine, 

Make  me,  keep  me,  seal  me  Thine ! 

2  Thou  didst  call  the  prodigal; 

Thou  didst  pardon  Mary  : 
Thou  whose  words  can  never  fall, 

Love  can  never  vary ; 
Thou  whose  wounds  are  ever  pleading, 
And  Thy  Passion  interceding. 

From  my  misery  let  me  rise 

To  a  home  in  Paradise  ! 

3  Jesus,  crowned  with  thorns  for  me, 

Scourged  for  my  transgresssion  ! 
Witnessing,  through  agony. 

That  Thy  good  confession; 
Jesus,  clad  in  purple  raiment, 
For  my  evils  making  payment ; 

Let  not  all  Thy  woe  and  pain, 

Let  not  Calvary,  be  in  vain  ! 

173 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

When  I  reach  Death's  bitter  sea, 

And  its  waves  roll  higher, 
Help  the  more  forsaking  me, 

As  the  storm  draws  nigher  : 
Jesus,  leave  me  not  to  languish. 
Helpless,  hopeless,  full  of  anguish ! 

Tell  me, — "Yerily  I  say. 

Thou  shalt  be  with  Me  to-day!" 

John  Mason  Neale.  1862. 

Tr.  Theoctistus  of  the  Studium.  ah.  890. 


SUNDAY    AFTER    ASCENSION. 

232  7s. 

1  Ruler  of  the  hosts  of  light, 
Death  hath  yielded  to  Thy  might ; 
And  Thy  Blood  hath  marked  a  road 
Which  will  lead  us  back  to  God. 

2  From  Thy  dwelling-place  above. 
From  Thy  Father's  throne  of  love. 
With  Thy  look  of  mercy  bless 
Those  without  Thee  comfortless. 

3  Bitter  were  Thy  throes  on  earth, 
Giving  to  the  Church  her  birth, 
From  the  spear-wound  opening  wide 
In  Thine  own  life-giving  side. 

4  Now  in  glory  Thou  dost  reign, 
AYon  by  all  Thy  toil  and  pain  ; 
Thenpe  the  promised  Spirit  send. 
While  our  prayers  to  Thee  ascend. 

5  Jesus,  praise  to  Thee  be  given, 
With  the  Father,  high  in  heaven;  ,. 
Holy  Spirit,  praise  to  Thee  : 
Now  and  through  eternity. 

Unknown.  1861. 
174 


SUNDAY  AFTER  ASCENSION. 

233  S.  M. 

1  Leave  us  not  comfortless, 

0  Thou  our  risen  Lord! 
But  send  Thy  Spirit  down,  to  bless 
And  guide  us  with  Thy  Word. 

2  By  Him  Thy  gifts  impart. 

Light,  peace,  and  joy,  and  love; 
Seal  of  adoption  in  our  heart, 
Earnest  of  heaven  above. 

Josiah  Concler.  1836. 

234  7s, 

1  Father,  glorify  Thy  Son  ; 

Answer  His  prevailing  prayer  j 
Send  that  Intercessor  down. 

Send  that  other  Comforter, 
Whom  believingly  we  claim. 
Whom  we  ask  in  Jesus'  name. 

2  Wilt  Thou  not  the  promise  seal,     . 

True  and  gracious  as  Thou  art. 
Send  the  Comforter  to  dwell 

Every  moment  in  our  heart  ? 
Yes,  Thou  must  the  grace  bestow : 
Jesus  said,  it  shall  be  so. 

C.  Wesley.  1747. 

235  X.  M.  6  I. 

1  Father — for  Thou  my  Father  art — 

Send  forth  the  Spirit  of  Thy  Son  ; 
Breathe  Him  into  my  longing  heart. 

And  make  me  know  as  I  am  known : 
Make  me  Thy  conscious  child,  that  I 
May  "Father,  Abba  Father,"  cry! 

2  0  that  the  Comforter  would  come ! 

Nor  visit  as  a  transient  guest, 
But  fix  in  me  His  constant  home, 

175 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 


And  keep  possession  of  my  breast : 
And  make  my  soul  His  loved  abode, 
The  temple  of  the  living  God! 

C.  Wesley.  1740.  a. 


WHITSUNDAY. 

236  a  H.  M. 

1  Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky: 

Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 
Sends  down  His  Spirit  from  on  high. 

According  to  His  word  : 
All  hail  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  coming  of  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

2  The  Spirit,  by  His  heavenly  breath. 

Creates  new  life  within  ; 
He  quickens  sinners  from  the  death 

Of  trespasses  and  sin  : 
All  hail  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  coming  of  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes. 

And  shows  them  unto  men  : 
The  fallen  soul  His  temple  makes ; 

God's  image  stamps  again  : 
All  hail  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  coming  of  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 

With  Thy  celestial  fire ; 
Come,  knd  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love 

Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire  ! 
Be  this  our  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  coming  of  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

Thomas  Cotterill.  1819. 

176 


WHITSUNDAY. 

237  S.  M. 

1  Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost ! 
In  this  accepted  hour, 

As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  Thy  power. 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord 
In  our  appointed  place, 

And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 
Upon  the  waves  beneath. 

Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

4  The  young,  the  old  inspire 
With  wisdom  from  above ; 

And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

5  Spirit  of  light,  explore, 
And  chase  our  gloom  away; 

With  lustre  shining  more  and  more, 
Unto  the  perfect  day! 

6  Spirit  of  truth,  be  Thou 

In  life  and  death  our  Guide ; 
0  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 
May  we  be  sanctified! 

James  Montgomery.  1819. 

238  8,  7. 

1  Day  divine,  when  in  the  temple 

To  the  first  disciples  came 

Glory  new  and  treasure  ample, 

Mighty  gifts  and  tongues  of  flame  ! 
Day  to  happy  souls  commended. 

When  the  Holy  Ghost  was  given, 
When  the  Comforter  descended. 
Bringing  down  the  joy  of  heaven  ! 

177 


THE  CHURCH  YEAB. 

2  Lord,  to-day  Thy  people  learneth 

No  new  wonder,  no  strange  tale  ; 
Lord,  to-day  Thy  people  yearneth 

Here  the  Holy  Ghost  to  hail ! 
O'er  again  to  write  the  story 

Our  weak,  trembling  souls  aspire  : 
Unto  us  may  come  the  glory, 

Full  on  us  may  fall  the  fire  ! 

3  Hath  the  Holy  Ghost  been  holden 

By  those  ancient  saints  alone  ? 
Only  may  the  ages  olden 

Call  the  Comforter  their  own  ? 
Ah,  their  portion  we  inherit. 

Ours  the  sorrow,  ours  the  sin : 
We  beseech  the  Holy  Spirit ; 

We  the  Comforter  would  win. 

Tliomas  H.  Gill.  1848. 


THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

230  Veni  Creator  Spiriiiis.  C.  31, 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire; 
Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art. 

Who  dost  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  impart. 

2  Thy  blessed  unction  from  above, 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love. 
Enable  with  perpetual  light 
The  dulness  of  our  blinded  sight. 

3  Anoint  our  heart  and  cheer  our  face 
With  the  abundance  of  Thy  grace. 
Keep  far  our  foes ;  give  i^eace  at  home  : 
Where  Thou  art  Guide,  no  ill  can  come. 

178 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee,  of  both,  to  be  but  One : 
That  through  the  ages  all  along, 
Thy  praise  may  be  our  endless  song ! 

Unknoicn.  1662.  a. 

Tr.  Charlemagne,  d.  814. 

Vc7n  Sancte  Spiritiis.  7s, 

Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  Light, 
From  Thy  clear,  celestial  height, 

Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give; 
Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor  ! 
Come  with  treasures  which  endure  ! 

Come,  Thou  Light  of  all  that  live  ! 

Thou,  of  all  consolers  best, 
Visiting  the  troubled  breast, 

Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow: 
Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet, 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat, 

Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe. 

Light  immortal !  Light  divine  ! 
Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  Thine, 

And  our  inmost  being  fill : 
If  Thou  take  Thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay; 

All  his  good  is  turned  to  ill. 

Heal  our  wounds,  our  strength  renew; 
On  our  dryness  pour  Thy  dew; 

Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away: 
Bend  the  stubborn  heart  and  will ; 
Melt  the  frozen,  warm  the  chill ; 

Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 

Thou  on  those  who  evermore 
Thee  confess  and  Thee  adore. 
In  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  descend : 

179 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

Give  them  comfort  when  they  die, 
Give  them  life  with  Thee  on  high, 
Give  them  joys  which  never  end. 
Edward  Caswall.  1848. 
Tr.  Robert  II.  of  France,  d.  1031. 

241  Veni  Sancte  Spiritug.         _       G,  4:, 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love 
Shed  on  us  from  aljove 

Thine  own  bright  ray ! 
Divinely  good  Thou  art; 
Thy  saered  gifts  impart 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart : 

0  come  to-day! 

2  Come,  tenderest  Friend,  and  best. 
Our  most  delightful  Guest, 

"With  soothing  power : 
Rest,  which  the  weary  know, 
Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow. 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  overflow, — 

Cheer  us,  this  hour  ! 

3  Come,  Light  serene,  and  still 
Our  inmost  bosoms  fill ; 

Dwell  in  each  breast : 
We  know  no  dawn  but  Thine; 
Send  forth  Thy  beams  divine, 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine. 

And  make  us  blest! 

4  Exalt  our  low  desires  ; 
Extinguish  passion's  fires; 

Heal  every  wound: 
Our  stubborn  spirits  bend; 
Our  icy  coldness  end; 
Our  devious  steps  attend. 

While  heavenward  bound. 
180 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

5  Come,  all  the  faithful  bless  ; 
Let  all,  who  Christ  confess, 

His  praise  employ : 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward; 
Victorious  death  accord, 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 
Eternal  joy! 

Ray  Palmer.  1858. 

Tr.  Robert  II.  of  France,  d.  1031. 

24:2  Nunc  Sancte  nobis  Spiritus.       X.  3£, 

1  Blest  Spirit,  one  with  God  above, 
Thou  Source  of  life  and  holy  love, 
0  cheer  us  with  Thy  sacred  beams. 
Refresh  us  with  Thy  plenteous  streams. 

2  0  may  our  lips  confess  Thy  Name, 
Our  holy  lives  Thy  praise  proclaim : 
With  love  divine  our  hearts  inspire, 
And  fill  us  with  Thy  holy  fire. 

3  0  holy  Father,  holy  Son, 

And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Thy  grace  devoutly  we  implore ; 
Thy  Name  be  praised  for  evermore. 

John  Chandler.  1837. 

243   Eomm,  Heiliger  Geist,  Herre  Goitl  L,  M, 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  God  and  Lord! 
Be  all  Thy  graces  now  outpoured 
On  the  believer's  mind  and  soul. 

To  strengthen,  save,  and  make  us  whole. 

2  Lord,  by  the  brightness  of  Thy  light. 
Thou  in  the  faith  dost  men  unite 

Of  every  land  and  every  tongue  : 
This  to  Thy  praise,  0  Lord,  be  sung. 

181 


THE   CHURCH  YEAR. 

3  Thou  strong  Defence,  Thou  holy  Light, 
Teach  us  to  know  our  God  aright. 
And  call  Him  Father  from  the  heart : 
The  Word  of  life  and  truth  impart : 

4  That  we  may  love  not  doctrines  strange, 
Nor  e'er  to  other  teachers  range, 

But  Jesus  for  our  Master  own. 
And  put  our  trust  in  Him  alone. 

5  Thou  sacred  Ardor,  Comfort  sweet, 
Help  us  to  wait  with  ready  feet 
And  willing  heart  at  Thy  command. 
Nor  trial  fright  us  from  Thy  band. 

6  Lord,  make  us  ready  with  Thy  powers; 
Strengthen  the  flesh  in  weaker  hours. 
That  as  good  warriors  we  may  force 
Through  life  and  death  to  Thee  our  course  ! 

Miss  Winkworth.  1855.  a. 
T)\  Martin  Luther.  1524. 

244:  0  Du  aUersuste  French.  8,  7. 

1  Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness. 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night  ; 
Come,  Thou  Source  of  sweetest  gladness, 

Breathe  Thy  life  and  spread  Thy  light! 
Come,  "Thou  best  of  all  donations 

God  can  give,  or  we  implore ! 
Having  Thy  sweet  consolations, 

We  need  wish  for  nothing  more. 

2  From  that  height  which  knows  no  measure, 

As  a  gracious  shower  descend. 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 

Man  can  wish,  or  God  can  send. 
Author  of  the  new  creation  ! 

Come  with  unction  and  with  power; 
Make  our  hearts  Thy  habitation ; 

On  our  souls  Thy  graces  shower, 
182 


THE  HOLT  SPIRIT. 

I  Manifest  Thy  Love  for  ever; 
Fence  us  in  on  every  side ; 
In  distress  be  our  reliever; 

Guard  and  teach,  support  and  guide. 
Hear,  oh  hear  our  supplication, 
Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace! 
Rest  upon  this  congregation, 
With  the  fulness  of  Thy  grace. 

Aiir/UHtus  Montague  Topladt/.  1T22.  a. 
Fro)n  John  Christian  Jacobi.  1776.  a. 
Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.  1653. 

j>    Komm,  0  komm,  Du  Geist  des  Lehens,     7s, 

1  Holy  Spirit,  once  again 

Come,  Thou  true  eternal  God! 
Nor  Thy  power  descend  in  vain ; 

Make  us  ever  Thine  abode ; 
So  shall  brightness,  life,  and  light, 
Dwell  in  us  where  all  was  night. 

2  Pour  into  our  heart  and  mind 

Wisdom,  counsel,  truth,  and  love  ; 
That  we  be  to  naught  inclined. 

Save  what  Thou  mayst  well  approve ; 
Let  Thy  knowledge  spread  and  grow, 
Working  error's  overthrow. 

3  Guide  us,  Lord,  from  day  to  day, 

Keep  us  in  the  paths  of  grace. 
Clear  all  hinderances  away, 

That  might  foil  us  in  the  race  : 
When  we  stumble,  hear  our  call, 
Work  repentance  for  our  fall. 

4  Lord,  preserve  us  in  the  faith. 

Suffer  naught  to  drive  us  thence, 
Neither  Satan,  scorn,  nor  death : 

Be  our  God  and  our  Defence;  - 
Though  the  flesh  resist  Thy  will, 
Let  Thy  Word  be  stronger  still. 

183 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

5  And  when  we  at  last  must  die, 
0  assure  the  sinking  heart 
Of  the  glorious  realms  on  high, 

Where  Thou  healest  every  smart ; 
Of  the  joys  unspeakable, 
Where  our  God  would  hare  us  dwell. 

Miss  Winhicorth.  1858.  a. 
Tr.  Joachim  Neander.  1651. 

24.6  a  31. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

AVith  all  Thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys ; 
Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys  ! 

3  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor,  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  cold,  so  faint  to  Thee, 
And  Thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers. 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Savior's  Love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

Watts.  1709.  a. 

247  S.  31, 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ; 
Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise : 

Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith ; 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 

And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 

Of  never-dying  love. 
184 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 
Then  lead  to  Jesus'  Blood; 

And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  Love  of  God. 

4  'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the^heart, 
To  sanctify  the  soul, 

To  pour  fresh  life  on  every  part. 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

5  Dwell,  therefore,  in  our  hearts; 
Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 

Joseph  Hart.  1759.  a. 

24:8  L.  M. 

1  Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above. 

Be  Thou  my  Guardian,  Thou  my  Guide ; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  me  display. 
That  I  may  know  and  choose  Thy  way; 
Plant  holy  fear  within  my  heart, 

That  I  from  Thee  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Conduct  me  safe,  conduct  me  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare ; 
Lead  me  to  God,  my  final  Kest, 
In  His  enjoyment  to  be  blest. 

4  Lead  me  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  I  must  take,  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  to  Thy  Word,  that  rules  must  give, 
And  sure  directions  how  to  live. 

6  Lead  me  to  means  of  grace,  where  I 
May  own  my  wants,  and  seek  supply; 
Lead  to  Thyself,  the  Spring  from  whence 
To  fetch  all  quickening  influence. 

12  185 


THE  CHURCH  YEAR. 

6  Lead  me  to  Christ,  the  living  Way, 
Nor  let  me  from  His  pastures  stray. 
Lead  me  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

Simon  Browne.  1720.  a, 

249  7s. 

1  Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  divine  ! 
Let  Thy  light  within  me  shine ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  with  Thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Speak  Thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  His  precious  Blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart  ; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart; 
Breathe  Thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  Thee  stray. 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way : 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine. 
Keep  me,  Lord,  for  ever  Thine. 

John  Stocker.  1806.  a. 

250  7s, 

1  Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine. 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine ! 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 

3  Let  me  see  my  Savior's  face. 
Let  oie  all  His  beauties  trace  ; 
Show  those  glorious  truths  to  me, 
Which  are  only  known  to  Thee. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  : 
In  Thy  mercy  pity  me, 
From  sin's  bondage  set  me  free. 
186 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

4  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine ; 
Yield  a  sacred,  settled  peace, 

Let  it  grow  and  still  increase. 

5  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol  throne, 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 

6  See,  to  Thee  I  yield  my  heart; 
Shed  Thy  life  through  every  part. 
A  pure  temple  I  would  be, 
Wholly  dedicate  to  Thee. 

Andrew  Reed.  1842. 

251  7s. 

1  Come,  divine  and  peaceful  Guest, 
Enter  Thou  our  waiting  breast: 
Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 
Kindle  fhere  the  gospel  fire. 

2  Finish  Thou  our  sinful  strife, 
Principle  and  Lord  of  life : 
Life  divine  in  us  renew. 
Thou  the  Gift  and  Giver  too  ! 

3  Brood  Thou  o'er  our  nature's  night, — 
Darkness  kindles  into  night; 
Spread  Thy  overshadowing  wings, — 
Order  from  confusion  springs. 

4  Pain  and  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 
Thee  we  taste,  and  all  is  peace; 
Joy  divine  in  Thee  we  prove, 
Light  of  truth,  and  fire  of  love. 

a  Wesley.  1739.  a. 

252  7s. 

1  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire ! 
Spirit  of  the  Almighty  Sire, 
Spirit  of  the  Son  divine. 
Comforter,  Thy  gifts  be  mine  !  187 


THE  CHDRCH  YEAR. 

2  Holy  Spirit,  in  my  breast 
Grant  that  lively  faith  may  rest, 
And  subdue  each  rebel  thought 
To  believe  what  Thou  hast  taught. 

3  When  around  my  sinking  soul 
Gathering  waves  of  sorrow  roll. 
Spirit  blest,  the  tempest  still, 
And  with  hope  my  bosom  fill. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  from  my  mind 
Thought,  and  wish,  and  will  unkind, 
Deed  and  word  unkind  remove, 
And  my  bosom  fill  with  love. 

5  Faith,  and  hope,  and  charity, 
Comforter,  descend  from  Thee: 
Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art ; 
These  Thy  gifts  to  us  impart ! 

6  Till  our  faith  be  lost  in  sifht, 
Hope  be  swallowed  in  delight, 
Love  return  to  dwell  with  Thee 
In  the  threefold  Deity. 

Eichard  Mant.  1837. 


TRINITY. 

253  CM, 

1  Hail  !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Whom  One  in  Three  we  know; 
By  all  Thy  heavenly  host  adored, 
By  all  Thy  Church  below. 

2  One  undivided  Trinity 

With  triumph  we  proclaim; 
Thy  universe  is  full  of  Thee, 
And  speaks  Thy  glorious  Name. 
1S8 


3  Thee,  holy  Father,  we  confess  : 

Thee,  holy  Son,  adore ; 
And  Thee,  the  Holy  Ghost,  we  bless, 
And  worship  evermore. 

4  Hail !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Our  heavenly  song  shall  be; 
Supreme,  essential  One,  adored 
In  co-eternal  Three ! 

C.   Weeley.  1767.  a. 

254:  a  M. 

1  "With  joy  our  voices  we  unite, 

And  lift  our  hearts  above. 
To  God,  the  God  of  power  and  might, 
To  God,  whose  name  is  Love. 

2  To  Him,  who  us,  and  earth,  and  skies, 

"With  all  their  armies  made. 
From  us,  from  all,  let  anthems  rise, 
To  God/fhe  Father  paid. 

3  To  Him,  whose  Death  for  all  mankind, 

For  us,  redemption  won, 
By  us,  by  all,  be  songs  combined, 
In  praise  to  God  the  Son.  "^ 

4  To  Him,  who  us  and  all  His  fold 

"With  sanctity  arrays. 
To  God,  from  all  His  saints  enrolled. 
The  Holy  Ghost,  be  praise. 

5  To  God,  whose  Name  His  "Word  reveals, 

"Whom  all  His  saints  confess, 
"Whose  grace  His  faithful  promise  seals, 
To  save,  to  cleanse,  to  bless : 

6  To  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 

Eternal  One  in  Three, 
From  all  his  saints,  above,  below, 
Eternal  glory  be ! 

Richard  Mant.  1837.  o. 
189 


THE  CHURCH  TEAR. 

255  S.  M. 

1  Father,  in  whom  yve  live, 
In  whom  we  are  and  move, 

The  glory,  power,  and  praise  receive 
Of  Thy  creating  Love. 

2  Incarnate  Deity, 

Let  all  the  ransomed  race 
Render  in  thanks  their  lives  to  Thee, 
For  Thy  redeeming  grace. 

.3         Spirit  of  holiness. 

Let  all  Thy  saints  adore 
Thy  sacred  energy,  and  bless 
Thy  heart-renewing  power. 

4         Eternal  triune  Lord, 
Let  all  the  hosts  above. 
Let  all  the  sons  of  men,  record. 
And  dwell  upon  Thy  L^e. 

(TWealey.  1746. 

25G  6, 4, 

1  Come,  Thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  Thy  Name  to  sing. 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious. 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  descend; 
Front  all  our  foes  defend, 

Nor  let  us  fall ; 
Let  Thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made; 
Our  souls  on  Thee  be  stayed ; 

Lord,  hear  our  call ! 
190 


3  Come,  Thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend : 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless, 
And  give  Thy  Word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness. 

On  us  descend. 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour: 
Thou  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power! 
6  To  the  great  One  in  Three 
Eternal  praises  be. 

Hence,  evermore ! 
His  sovereign  Majesty 
May  \^  in  glory  see. 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

C.  Wesley.   1757.  a. 

257  L.  M, 

1  Father  of  heaven  !  whose  Love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found. 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend: 

To  us  Thy  pardoning  Love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son  !  incarnate  Word  ! 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord ! 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
To  us  Thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit !  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
To  us  Thy  quickening  power  extend. 

191 


THE  CHURCH, 

4  Jehovali !  Father,  Spirit,  Son ! 
Mysterious  Godhead  I  Three  in  One  ! 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend: 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend  ! 

Thomas  Cotterill.  1827. 


THE   CHUECH. 

258  PSALM  118.  C.  M. 

1  Behold  the  sure  Foundation  Stone 

Which  God  in  Zion  lays. 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon. 
And  His  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen' of  God,  to  sinners  dear. 

And  saints  adore  the  Name  ; 
They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here. 
Nor  shall  they  suJGfer  sh5hne. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 

Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  Rock  the  Church  shall  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  "What  though  the  gates  of  heD  withstood. 

Yet  must  this  Building  rise  : 
'Tis  Thine  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

Watts.  1719. 

259  m  31. 

1  WiTff  ecstasy  of  joy 

Extol  His  glorious  Name, 
"Who  reared  the  spacious  earth. 
And  raised  our  ruined  frame. 
He  built  the  Church  who  spread  the  sky,* 
Sing  and  exalt  his  honors  high. 
192 


HEK  FOrNDATION  AXD  NATURE. 

2  See  the  Foundation  laid 

By  Power  and  Love  divine; 
Jesus,  His  first-born  Son, 

How  bright  His  glories  shine ! 
Low  He  descends,  in  dust  He  lies, 
That  from  His  tomb  a  Church  might  rise. 

3  But  He  for  ever  lives, 

Nor  for  Himself  alone ; 
Each  saint  new  life  derives 

From  Him,  the  living  Stone. 
His  influence  spreads  through  every  soul, 
And  in  one  house  unites  the  whole. 

4  To  Him  with  joy  we  move; 

In  Him  cemented  stand; 
The  living  Temple  grows, 

And  owns  the  Founder's  hand. 
That  Structure,  Lord,  still  higher  raise, 
Louder  to  sound  its  Builder's  praise. 

/  Doddridge.  1755.  a. 

260  8,  7 

1  Gloriocs  things  of  Thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  City  of  our  God ; 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken. 

Formed  thee  for  His  own  abode. 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded. 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love. 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  to  assuage  ? 
Grace  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

193 


THE    CHURCH. 

3  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I,  through  grace,  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 
I  will  glory  in  Thy  Name. 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure. 
All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 
None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

John  Newton.  1779. 

201  H.  M. 

1  0  Ziox,  tune  thy  voice, 

And  raise  thy  hands  on  high. 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh. 
Cheerful  in  God,  I      While  rays  divine 

Arise  and  shine,  |       Stream  far  abroad. 

2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade ; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 

He  pours  around  thy  head. 
The  nations  round  I      With  lustre  new, 

Thy  form  shall  view,     |       Divinely  crowned. 

3  In  honor  to  His  Name, 

Reflect  that  sacred  light. 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright. 
Pursue  His  praise,  I  In  worlds  above 
Till  sovereign  Love       |       Thy  glory  raise. 

4  There,  on  His  holy  hill, 

A  brighter  Sun  shall  rise. 
And  with  His  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies  ; 
While  round  His  throne,  I  In  nobler  spheres 
Ten  thousand  stars  |  His  influence  own. 

Doddridge.  1755. 
194 


HER  WEAKNESS  AND  STRENGTH. 

262  a  M. 

1  Church  of  the  everlasting  God, 

The  Father's  gracious  choice, 
Amid  the  voices  of  this  earth 
How  feeble  is  thy  voice  ! 

2  Thy  words,  amid  the  words  of  earth, 

How  noiseless  and  how  low  ! 
Amid  the  hurrying  crowds  of  time, 
Thy  steps  how  calm  and  slow! 

3  But  'mid  the  wrinkled  brows  of  earth. 

Thy  brow  how  free  from  care  ; 
'Mid  the  flushed  cheeks  of  riot  here, 
Thy  cheek  how  pale  and  fair ! 

4  Amid  the  restless  eyes  of  earth, 

How  steadfast  is  thine  eye, 

Fixed  on  the  eternal  loveliness 

Of  scenes  beyond  the  sky ! 

Horatius  Bonar.  1S56.  a. 

263  Verzagenicht,  0  HaUfleinMein.      C,P,3I, 

1  Fear  not,  0  little  flock,  the  foe 
Who  madly  seeks  your  overthrow; 

Dread  not  his  rage  and  power: 
What  though  your  courage  sometimes  faints, 
His  seeming  triumph  o'er  God's  saints 

Lasts  but  a  little  hour. 

2  Be  of  good  cheer;  your  cause  belongs 
To  Him  who  can  avenge  your  wrongs  ; 

Leave  it  to  Him,  our  Lord. 
Though  hidden  yet  from  mortal  eyes. 
Salvation  shall  for  you  arise  : 

He  girdeth  on  His  sword  ! 

3  As  true  as  God's  own  Word  is  true. 
Not  earth  nor  hell  with  all  their  crew 

Against  us  shall  prevail. 
A  jest  and  by-word  are  they  grown  : 
God  is  with  us  ;  we  are  His  own  ; 

Our  victory  catinot  fail.  195 


THE    CHURCH. 

4  Amen,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  our  prayer ! 
Great  Captain,  now  Thine  arm  make  bare; 

Fight  for  us  once  again  ! 
So  shall  Thy  saints  and  martyrs  raise 
A  mighty  chorus  to  Thy  praise, 

World  without  end.     Amen. 
3fis8  Winkworth.  1855. 
From  Gustavus  Adoljjhus.  1631. 

264  PSALM  48.  S.  M. 

1  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  His  praise  be  great; 

He  makes  His  churches  His  abode. 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  His  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  stand ! 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 
A  Refuge  in  distress ; 

How  bright  has  His  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces  ] 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  seen. 

How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold. 
Where  His  own  sheep  have  been. 

5  In  every  new  distress 
We'll  to  His  house  repair, 

Well  think  upon  His  wondrous  grace. 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

Warn.  1719. 

265  PSALM  27.  C.  M, 

1  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  Light, 
And  my  Salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  Strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do, 
196 


HER  PROTECTION  AND  DEFENCE. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires ; 

0  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  Thy  saints^ 
The  temples  of  my  God! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests. 

And  see  Thy  beauty  still; 
Shall  hear  Thy  messages  of  love. 
And  there  inquire  Thy  will. 

4  "When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear. 

There  may  His  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 

Within  Thy  temple  sound.    Watts.  1719, 

6  8,7. 

1  ZiON  stands  with  hills  sun-ounded; 

Zion,  kept  by  Power  divine  : 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 

Though  the  world  in  arms  combine. 

Happy  Zion, 
What  a  favored  lot  is  thine  ! 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove; 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish ; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove : 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  His  sight ; 

God  is  with  thee, 
God,  thine  everlasting  Light. 

Thomas  Kelly.  1804. 
197 


THE  CHCRCH. 

267  8,  7y  7, 

1  See  tlie  vineyard  Thou  hast  planted, 

God  of  mercy,  Lord  of  hosts  ! 
Let  Thy  people's  prayer  be  granted. 

Keep  it  safe  from  hostile  boasts. 
Hear  Thy  people  when  they  pray, 
Keep  Thy  vineyard  night  and  day ! 

2  Drooping  plants  revive  and  nourish ; 

Let  them  thrive  beneath  Thy  hand ; 
Let  the  weak  grow  strong  and  flourish, 

Blooming  fair  at  Thy  command : 
Let  the  fruitful  yield  Thee  more. 
Laden  with  a  richer  store. 

3  Further,  Lord,  be  Thou  entreated  ; 

Plant  the  barren  waste  around. 
Let  Thy  work  be  thus  completed, 

And  no  fruitless  spot  be  found. 
Let  the  earth  a  vineyard  be, 
Consecrated,  Lord,  to  Thee  ! 

Thomas  Kelly.  1809.  a. 

268  Willkommen  unter  Deiner  Schaar.     8^  7 

1  We  hail  Thee,  Lord,  Thy  Church's  Rock, 

With  joyful  acclamation  ! 
Thou  Guardian  Shepherd  of  Thy  flock, 

Come,  feed  Thy  congregation. 
We  own  the  doctrine  of  Thy  Cross 

To  be  our  sole  foundation  : 
Accept  from  every  one  of  us 

The  deepest  adoration. 

2  0  Thou,  who  always  dost  abide 

Thy  Church's  Head  and  Savior, 
Be  still  Thy  servant's  constant  Guide, 
Direct  our  whole  behavior. 
198 


HER  PRESERVATIOX. 

Thy  statutes  to  Thy  Church  declare, 

Still  watch  o'er  its  salvation  : 
Each  member  make  Thy  special  care, 
And  aid  him  in  his  station. 
3  Jesus,  the  Church's  Head  and  Lord, 
Who  as  a  shepherd  leadest, 
And  with  Thy  precious  Blood  and  Word 

Thy  people  richly  feedest  : 
For  mercies  in  such  countless  throng 

We  bow  our  hearts  before  Thee, 
And  hope  we  shall  in  heaven  ere  long 
More  worthily  adore  Thee. 
From  John  Christian  Jacohi.  1722. 
Tr.  Nicholas  Louis,  Count  Zinzendorf.  1731. 

269         Zeuch  ein  zu  Deinen  Thoren.        C»  J\£» 

1  Come  to  Thy  temple  here  on  earth. 

Be  Thou  our  spirit's  Guest, 
Who  givest  us  of  mortal  birth, 

A  second  birth  more  blest: 
Who  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 

Art  equally  adored, 
And  reignest  on  an  equal  throne. 

Blest  Spirit,  mighty  Lord! 

2  0  enter,  let  us  feel  and  know 

Thy  mighty  power  within, 
That  can  alone  our  help  bestow. 

And  rescue  us  from  sin. 
0  cleanse  our  souls  and  make  them  white, 

That  we  with  spirits  true 
May  daily  honor  Thee  aright. 

And  render  service  due. 

3  On  Thee  is. all  this  world  upstayed. 

And  in  Thy  hands  doth  rest : 
Thou  canst  the  wayward  heart  persuade 
To  turn  as  seems  Thee  best. 
y  199 


THE  CHURCH. 

0  therefore  give  Thy  Love  and  peace, 

Join  foes  in  stronger  bands, 
And  let  all  sad  divisions  cease 
Through  our  redeemed  lands. 
4  Arise,  and  stem  this  tide  of  woe, 
Of  heartache,  and  of  pain  : 
Call  back  Thy  flock,  and  make  them  know 
Bright  days  of  joy  again: 
*•    To  peace  and  wealth  the  lands  restore, 
Wasted  with  Satan's  sword: 
And  bid  Thy  churches  bloom  once  more, 
Thou  everlasting  Lord! 

Froin  Miss  Winkicorth.  1855. 
Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.   1648. 

270  Festival  of  the  Reformation.         C»  M, 

1  Lord,  not  to  us,  we  claim  it  not, 

To  Thee  be  all  the  praise. 
That  no  profane  and  sinful  spot 

Our  mother  Church  o'erlays  : 
That,  as  in  her  primeval  days. 

From  intermediate  stain 
Cleansed  by  Thy  Word,  to  Thee  she  pays 

Unsullied  rites  again. 

2  To  no  material  form  confined, 

A  spirit  pure  alone, 
We  serve  Thee  not  in  likeness  shined 

Of  bread,  or  wood,  or  stone  : 
Nor  saint  nor  angel  at  Thy  throne 

We  >3rave  to  intercede. 
With  Thee  for  our  misdeeds  atone, 

With  Thee  for  mercy  plead. 

3  But  far  remote  we  seek  Thy  face. 

Hid  in  Thy  heavenly  seat : 
And,  sole  Transmitter  of  Thy  grace, 
The  Savior's  Name  entreat : 
200 


FESTIVAL    OF    THE    REFORMATION. 

And  thus  to  Thee  with  honor  meet 

"We  hymn  the  grateful  lay, 
Whose  Word  recalled  our  erring  feet, 

And  warned  us  how  to  pray. 
4  To  Thee,  adored  in  ages  past, 

Eternal  One  and  Three, 
To  Thee,  whose  worship  aye  shall  last. 

In  trinal  Unity: 
To  Thoe.  0  Father;  Son,  to  Thee;  * 

And  Thee,  0  Spirit  blest,  % 

By  saints  on  earth  all  glory  be 

With  saints  in  heaven  addrest ! 

Richard  Mant.  1837.  a. 

271  Einfeste  Burg. 

1  A  SAFE  Stronghold  our  God  is  still, 

A  trusty  Shield  and  Weapon  : 
He  helps  us  free  from  all  the  ill 
That  hath  us  now  o'ertaken. 
Our  old  deadly  foe 
Now  aims  his  last  blow ; 
Deep  guile  and  strong  power 
He  boasteth  in  this  hour : 
On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 

2  By  strength  of  ours  can  naught  be  done, 

Full  soon  we  were  down-ridden; 
But  for  us  fights  the  valiant  One, 
Whom  God  Himself  hath  bidden. 
Dost  thou  ask  His  name? 
Christ  Jesus  !  the  same 
Who  rules  with  His  rod; 
There  is  no  other  God: 
He  holds  the  field  forever. 

3  Though  Satan's  hosts  the  earth  should  fill, 

All  watching  to  devour  us, 
We  tremble  not,  we  fear  no  ill ; 
They  cannot  overpower  us. 
13  201 


THE  CHURCH. 

This  world's  prince  may  still 
Scowl  fierce  as  he  will; 
His  threats  are  but  vain, 
"We  shall  imharmed  remain  : 
A  word  shall  overthrow  him. 
4  God's  Word  unshaken  yet  shall  stand, 
Whatever  foes  invade  us. 
He  fighteth  for  us  in  the  land, 
^  With  gifts  and  grace  to  aid  us. 

»  They  may  take  our  life, 

Goods,  fame,  children,  wife ; 
When  their  worst  is  done, 
They  have  but  little  won  : 
The  kingdom  ours  abideth  ! 

From  Thomas  Carlyle.  1838. 
And  William  M.  Reynolds.  1863. 
Tr.  Martin  Luther.  1529. 

272  PSALM  137.  S.  31, 

1  I  LOVE  Thy  Zion,  Lord, 
The  house  of  Thine  abode; 

The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  His  own  precious  Blood. 

2  I  love  Thy  Church,  0  God ! 
Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend : 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
1*111  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 


4        Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows. 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 
202 


THE  COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

5  Jesus,  Thou  Friend  divine, 
Our  Savior  and  our  King, 

Thy  band  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield. 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

Timothy  Did rjht.  ISOp. 

273  H.  31, 

1  One  sole  baptismal  sign, 

One  Lord,  below,  above, 
Zion,  one  faith  is  thine, 

One  only  watch-word,  Love. 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 

2  Our  Sacrifice  is  one ; 

One  Priest  before  the  throne. 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 

Redeemer,  Lord  alone. 
Thou  who  didst  raise  Him  from,  the  dead. 
Unite  Thy  people  in  their  Head ! 

3  Oh,  may  that  holy  prayer. 

His  tenderest  and  His  last. 
His  constant,  latest  care. 

Ere  to  His  throne  He  passed, 
No  longer  unfulfilled  remain, 
The  world's  offence,  His  people's  stain  ! 

4  Head  of  Thy  Church  beneath. 

The  catholic,  the  true. 
On  all  her  members  breathe. 
Her  broken  frame  renew  ! 
Then  shall  Thy  perfect  will  be  done. 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 

G.  Eohinson.  1843.  a. 
205 


THE    CHURCH. 

274:      Herz  und  Herz  vereint  Zusammen.        ^S, 

1  Jesus,  truest  Friend,  unite 

All  Thy  consecrated  band, 
That  their  hearts  be  set  aright 
To  fulfil  Thy  last  command. 

2  Thou  who  dost  command  that  all 

Practise  love  who  bear  Thy  name, 
"Wake  the  dead,  new  followers  call. 
Touch  the  slothful  with  Thy  flame. 

3  Let  us  live,  0  Lord,  at  one, 

As  Thou  with  the  Father  art ; 
That  through  all  the  world  be  none 
Of  Thy  members  left  apart. 

4  Let  us  find  what  Thou  hast  sought; 

In  the  Son  be  all  men  freed. 
And  the  world  at  last  be  taught 
That  Thy  rule  is  blest  indeed. 

5  Father  of  all  souls,  we  praise 

Thee,  who  shinest  in  the  Son  ; 
Lord,  to  Thee  our  hymns  we  raise. 
Who  hast  all  men  to  Thee  drawn  ! 
Miss  Winkicorth.  1855.  a. 
Tr.  Nicholas  Louis,  Count  Zinzendorf.  1725. 

275  C.  r,  M. 

1  May  we  Thy  precepts.  Lord,  fulfil, 
And  do  on  earth  our  Father's  will, 

As  angels  do  above  : 
Still  walk  in  Christ,  the  living  Way, 
With  all  Thy  children,  and  obey 
4  The  law  of  Christian  love. 

2  So  may  we  join  Thy  Name  to  bless. 
Thy  grace  adore,  Thy  power  confess, 

From  sin  and  strife  to  flee : 
One  is  our  calling,  one  our  name, 
The  end  of  all  our  hopes  the  same, 

A  crown  of  life  with  Thee. 
204 


THE  COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

3   Spirit  of  life,  of  love  and  peace, 
Unite  our  hearts,  our  joy  increase, 

Thy  gracious  help  supply  : 
To  each  of  us  the  blessing  give, 
In  Christian  fellowship  to  live, 
In  joyful  hope  to  die. 

Edward  Oder.  1836.  a. 

6  a  M. 

1  Father  of  all,  from  whom  we  trace 

Our  universal  kind. 
Teach  us  to  all  of  human  race 
To  show  a  brother's  mind. 

2  Savior  of  men,  'twas  Thine  the  pain 

Of  death  for  all  to  bear  ; 
In  concord  all  Thy  followers  train, 
Meet  for  the  name  they  share. 

3  Spirit  of  grace,  God's  chosen  fold 

Who  lavest  with  heavenly  dew, 
0  grant  that  all,  the  Truth  who  hold. 
May  peace  with  all  pursue. 

4  0  may  mankind  in  love  agree. 

Sons  of  one  parent  stock  ; 
But  chief  may  Christian  verity 
Connect  the  Christian  flock  ! 

5  May  Truth  to  all  who  hear  its  sound 

A  bond  of  union  prove  ; 
And  fellowship  of  faith  be  crowned 
With  fellowship  of  love  ! 

6  Paternal  Godhead,  praise  to  Thee, 

Thy  Spirit,  and  Thy  Son ! 
And  keep  Thy  Church  in  unity, 
As  Thou  with  them  art  one  ! 

Richard  Mant.  1837.  «. 

205 


THE    CHURCH. 

277  a  M. 

1  Is  God's  peculiar  people  mine  ? 

To  them  I  then  shall  be 
Gathered  beneath  the  Savior's  sign, 
And  Christ  in  glory  see. 

2  Gathered  into  the  Church  above, 

Whoe'er  to  Christ  belong 
Shall  meet  to  sing  the  song  of  love, 

The  Lamb's  eternal  song.  C.  Wesley.  1762. 

27S  a  31, 

1  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
And  saved  by  grace  alone : 
Walking  in  all  His  ways  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
3  The  Church  triumphant  in  Thj  Love, 
Their  mighty  joys  we  know: 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above. 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee  in  Thy  glorious  realm  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  Thy  .throne; 
We  in  the  kingdom  ot  Thy  grace  : 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  Holy  to  the  Holiest  leads  ; 

From  thence  our  spirits  ri^e  ; 

And  he  that  in  Thy  statutes  treads 

Shall  meet  Thee  in  the  skies. 

C.   Wesley.  1745.  a. 

279  a  31, 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above. 

That  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And  pn  the  eagle  wings  of  love 
To  joy  celestial  rise, 

2  Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 

With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one. 
206 


THE  COMMUXIOX  OF  SAINTS. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  Church  above,  beneath  ; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow; 
Part  of  His  host  has  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  is  crossing  now. 

5  Even  now  by  faith  we  join  our  hands 

With  those  that  went  before. 
And  greet  the  blood-besprinkled  bands 
On  the  eternal  shore. 

6  Lord  Jesus,  be  our  constant  Guide, 

And  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  the  cold  waves  of  death  divide, 
And  land  us  all  in  heaven. 

a  Weslei/.  1759.  c(. 

280  a  31. 

1  Ix  one  fraternal  bond  of  love, 

One  fellowship  of  mind. 
The  saints  below  and  saints  above 
Their  bliss  and  glory  find. 

2  Here,  in  their  house  of  pilgrimage. 

Thy  statutes  are  their  song  ; 
There,  through  one  bright,  eternal  age. 
Thy  praises  they  prolong. 

3  Lord,  may  our  union  form  a  part 

Of  that  thrice-happy  whole  ; 
Derive  its  pulse  from  Thee,  the  Heart ; 
Its  life  from  Thee,  the  Soul. 

James  Montgomery.   1825. 

281  a  P,  M. 

1  0  God,  in  whom  th6  happy  dead 
Still  live  united  to  their  Head, 
Their  Lord  and  ours  the  same: 

207 


THE    CHURCH. 

For  all  Thy  saints,  to  memory  dear, 
Departed  in  Thy  faith  and  fear, 
We  bless  Thy  holy  Name. 

2  By  the  same  grace  upheld,  may  we 
So  follow  those  who  followed  Thee, 

As  with  them  to  partake 
The  free  reward  of  heavenly  bliss. 
Merciful  Father  !  grant  us  this. 
For  our  Redeemer's  sake. 

Josiah  Conder.  1836. 

282  S.  M. 

1  For  all  Thy  saints,  0  Lord, 
AVho  strove  in  Thee  to  live, 

Who  followed  Thee,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 

2  For  all  Thy  saints,  0  Lord, 
Accept  our  thankful  cry. 

Who  counted  Thee  their  great  reward, 
And  strove  in  Thee  to  die. 

3  They  ail,  in  life  or  death. 
With  Thee,  their  Lord,  in  view. 

Learned  from  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 

4  For  this,  Thy  Name  we  bless. 
And  humbly  pray  that  we 

May  follow  them  in  holiness. 
And  live  and  die  in  Thee  : 

5  With  them  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost  to  praise, 

As  in  the  ancient  days  was  done. 
And  shall  through  endless  days. 

Richard  Mant.  1837. 
208 


THE  MINISTRY. 

283  S,  31, 

1  How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 

Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 

''Zion,  behold  thy  Savior  King  ; 

He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for. 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long. 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice. 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  His  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad; 

Let  all  the  nations  now  behold 
Their  Savior  and  their  God. 

Watts.  1709. 

2S4  C.ilf. 

1  How  beautiful  upon  the  hills 

The  preacher's  feet  appear  ! 
How  sweet  the  voice  of  peace  distils 
In  every  open  ear! 

2  Glad  tidings  shall  the  meek  receive ; 

The  bruised  shall  moui-n  no  more  ; 
The  deaf  shall  hear,  the  dead  shall  live, 
Riches  shall  bless  the  poor. 

209 


THE     CHURCH. 

3  Thine  every  messenger,  0  God, 

Do  we  rejoice  to  see; 
And  all  who  teach  the  Savior's  Blood ; 
Tor  these  are  dear  to  Thee. 

4  We  thank  Thee  now  for  sending  here 

The  publishers  of  peace  ; 
Speak  by  them,  Lord,  and  everywhere 
By  them  declare  Thy  grace. 

5  So  when  the  harvest-day  shall  come, 

Sowers  and  reapers  too 
Shall  enter  Thy  celestial  home, 
And  Thee  eternal  view. 

John  Cennich.   17^3.  o. 

2S5  C,  P.  31. 

1  Lord  of  the  Church,  we  humbly  pray 
For  those  who  guide  us  in  Thy  way. 

And  speak  Thy  holy  Word  : 
With  love  divine  their  hearts  inspire, 
And  touch  their  lips  with  hallowed  fire, 

And  needful  grace  afford. 

2  Help  them  to  preach  the  truth  of  God, 
Redemption  through  the  Savior's  Blood  : 

Nor  let  the  Spirit  cease 
On  all  the  Church  His  gifts  to  shower; 
To  them,  a  Messenger  of  power, 

To  us,  of  life  and  peace. 

3  So  may  they  live  to  Thee  alone  ; 

Then  hear  the  welcome  word,  "  Well  done  \" 
AiTid  take  their  crown  above  : 

Enter  into  their  Master's  joy, 

And  all  eternity  employ 

In  praise,  and  bliss,  and  love. 

Edward  Osier.  1836. 

210 


THE  MIXISTUY. 

2SG  X.  M. 

1  Jests.  Thy  wandering  sheep  behold  ! 

See.  Lord,  with  tender  pity  see 
Poor  souls  that  cannot  tind  the  fold, 
Till  sought  and  gathered  in  by  Thee. 

2  Lost  are  they  now,  and  scattered  wide, 

In  pain,  and  weariness,  and  want : 

With  no  kind  Shepherd  near  to  guide 

The  sick  and  spiritless  and  faint. 

3  Thou,  only  Thou,  the  kind  and  good, 

The  great  redeeming  Shepherd  art ; 

Collect  Thy  flock,  and  give  them  food, 

And  pastors  after  Thine  own  heart. 

4  In  every  messenger  reveal 

The  grace  they  preach  divinely  free; 
That  each  may  by  Thy  Spirit  tell, 
"He  died  for  all,  who  died  for  me." 

5  A  double  portion  from  above 

Of  Thine  all-quickening  grace  impart  ; 
Shed  forth  Thy  universal  love 
In  every  faithful  pastor's  heart. 

C.   Wesley.  1742.  a. 

287  S,  31. 

1  Loy.D  of  the  harvest,  hoar 
Thy  needy  servants'  cry  ; 

Answer  our  faith's  etfectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supply, 

2  On  Thee  we  humbly  wait; 
Our  wants  are  in  Thy  view; 

The  harvest  truly.  Lord,  is  great. 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Anoint  and  send  forth  more 
Into  Thy  Church  abroad, 

And  let  them  speak  Thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

211 


THE     CHURCH. 

4  0  let  them  spread  Thy  Xame, 
Their  mission  fully  prove ; 
Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 
Thy  all-redeeming  Love. 

C.  Wesley.  1742.  a. 

288  X.  31.  6  I. 

Lord  of  the  Gospel  harvest,  send 
More  laborers  forth  into  Thy  field : 

More  pastors  teach,  Thy  flock  to  tend  : 

More  workmen  raise,  Thy  house  to  build : 

His  work  and  place  to  each  assign, 

And  clothe  their  word  with  power  divine. 

C.  Wesley,  1758. 

289  Wach  auf,  Du  Geist.     L,  31,6  I, 

1  Awake,  thou  Spirit,  who  didst  fire 

The  watchmen  of  the  Church's  youth, 
Who  faced  the  foe's  envenomed  ire, 

Who  witnessed  day  and  night  Thy  truth, 
Whose  voices  loud  are  ringing  still, 
And  bringing  hosts  to  know  Thy  will. 

2  Lord,  let  our  earnest  prayer  be  heard, 

The  prayer  Thy  Son  hath  bid  us  pray, 
For  lo.  Thy  children's  hearts  are  stirred 

In  every  land  in  this  our  day. 
To  cry  with  fervent  soul  to  Thee, 
0  help  us.  Lord  !  so  let  it  be  ! 

3  0  haste  to  help,  ere  we  are  lost ! 

Send  preachers  forth,  in  spirit  strong, 
Armed  wiih  Thy  Word,  a  dauntless  host. 

Bold  to  attack  the  rule  of  wrong ; 
Let  them  the  earth  for  Thee  reclaim. 
Thy  heritage,  to  know  Thy  Name. 

4  Would  there  were  help  within  our  walls! 

0  let  Thy  Spirit  come  again, 
212 


THE  HOUSE  OF  GOD. 

Before  whom  every  barrier  falls, 

And  now  once  more  shine  forth  as  then  ! 

0  rend  the  heavens  and  make  us  free  ! 
Come,  Lord,  and  bring  us  back  to  Thee ! 

5  And  let  Thy  Word  have  speedy  course. 

Through  every  land  be  glorified, 
Till  all  the  heathen  know  its  force. 

And  fill  Thy  churches  far  and  wide ; 
Wake  Israel  from  her  sleep,  0  Lord, 
And  spread  the  conquests  of  Thy  Word  ! 

6  The  Church's  desert  paths  restore  ; 

Let  stumbling  blocks  that  in  them  lie 
Hinder  Thy  Word  henceforth  no  more : 

Error  destroy,  and  heresy, 
And  let  Thy  Church,  from  hirelings  free. 
Bloom  as  a  garden  fair  to  Thee  ! 
From  Miss  Winkicorth.  1855. 
Tr.  Charles  Henry  Bogatzky.  1749. 

200  Laying  of  a  Corner-stone.      '}' ^  6,  8, 

1  Thou,  who  hast  in  Zion  laid 

The  true  Foundation-Stone, 
And  with  those  a  covenant  made 

Who  build  on  that  alone  : 
Hear  us,  Architect  divine  ! 
Great  Builder  of  Thy  Church  below! 
Now  upon  Thy  servants  shine. 

Who  seek  Thy  praise  to  show. 

2  Earth  is  Thine  ;  her  thousand  hills 

Thy  mighty  hand  sustains; 
Heaven  Thy  awful  presence  fills; 

O'er  all  Thy  glory  reigns  : 
Yet  the  place  of  all  prepared 
By  regal  David's  favored  son. 
Thy  peculiar  blessing  shared, 
And  stood  Thy  chosen  throne. 

213 


THE    CHURCH. 

3  We,  like  Jesse's  son,  would  raise 

A  temple  to  the  Lord ; 
Sound  throughout  its  courts  His  praise, 

His  saving  Name  record  ; 
Dedicate  a  house  to  Him 
Who  once,  in  mortal  weakness  shrined, 
Sorrowed,  suffered,  to  redeem. 

To  rescue  all  mankind. 

4  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  send 

The  consecrating  flame; 
Now  in  majesty  descend, 

Inscribe  the  living  Name  : 
That  great  Name  by  which  we  live, 
Now  write  on  this  accepted  stone ; 
Us  into  Thy  hands  receive  ; 
Our  temple  make  Thy  throne. 

Agnes  Buhner.   1S31. 

Dedication. 
201  Angidare  Fundamenhim.  8^  7 

1  Chv.ist,  Thou  art  the  sure  Foundation, 

Thou  the  Head  and  Corner-stone; 
Chosen  of  the  Lord,  and  precious, 

Binding  all  the  Church  in  one; 
Thou  Thy  Zion's  Help  for  ever. 

And  her  Confidence  alone. 

2  To  this  temple,  where  we  call  Thee, 

Come.  0  Lord  of  hosts,  to-day ! 
With  Thy  wonted  loving-kindness 

He^r  Thy  servants  as  thej-  pray; 
And  Thy  fullest  benediction 

Shed  within  these  walls  alway. 

3  Here  vouchsafe  to  all  Thy  servants 

What  they  ask  of  Thee  to  gain. 
What  they  gain  from  Thee  forever     ' 
214 


THE  HOrSE  OF  GOD. 

"With  the  blessed  to  retain, 
And  hereafter  in  Thy  glory 

Evermore  with  Thee  to  reign. 
4  Praise  and  honor  to  the  Father, 

Praise  and  honor  to  the  Son, 
Praise  and  honor  to  the  Spirit, 

Ever  Three  and  ever  One; 
One  in  might,  and  One  in  glory, 

While  eternal  ages  run. 

From  John  Mason  Neale,  1851. 

292  8, 7. 

1  Come  Thou  novr,  and  he  among  us, 

Lord  and  Maker,  while  we  pray : 
Let  Thy  presence  fill  the  temple 

Which  we  dedicate  to-day  ; 
And,  Thyself  its  Consecrator, 

Dwell  within  its  walls  alway. 

2  Grant  that  all  Thy  faithful  people 

May  Thy  truer  temple  be ; 
Neither  flesh,  nor  soul,  nor  spirit, 

Know  another  Lord  than  Thee  ; 
But.  to  Thee  once  dedicated. 

Serve  Thee  everlastingly. 

3  Bright  be  here  the  Monarch's  altar, 

Y\"ith  the  presents  that  we  bring; 
Held  in  holy  veneration, 

Rich  with  many  an  offering; 
Ever  hallowed,  ever  quiet, 

Ever  dear  to  God  its  King. 

4  Here  our  souls,  as  Thy  true  altars, 

Deign  to  hallow  and  to  bless, 
0  Thou  future  Judge  of  all  men. 

With  Thy  grace  and  holiness  : 
That  Thy  gifts,  sent  down  from  heaven, 

We  may  evermore  possess. 

215 


THE     CHURCH. 


Praise  and  honor  to  the  Father  ; 

Praise  and  honor -to  the  Son  ; 
Praise  and  honor  to  the  Spirit, 

Ever  Three  and  ever  One ; 
Consubstantial,  coeternal, 

While  unending  ages  run. 

Lnfcnoicn.   ISbU. 


293 


7s. 


1  Lord  of  hosts,  to  Thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise  ; 
Thou  Thy  people's  hearts  prepare 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  Thy  Word,  the  heavenly  bread; 
Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here  to  Thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land; 
Here  reveal  Thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah!— earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply; 
Hallelujah !— hence  ascend 

Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 

James  Montgomery.  1825. 

MISSIONS. 
294:         .  PSALM  96.  L,  T.  M, 

1  Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise. 
To  sing  the  choicest  psalm  of  praise, 

To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  Name : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show,   _ 
And  all  His  saving  works  proclaim. 
216 


HER  EXTEXSIOX. 

2  He  framed  the  globe;  lie  built  the  sky: 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high. 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
His  beams  are  majestj'  and  light; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple,  how  divinely  fair ! 

3  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  each  shall  feel  His  saving  power, 

And  barbarous  nations  fear  His  Name: 
Then  shall  the  race  of  men  confess 
The  beauty  of  His  holiness, 

And  in  His  courts  His  grace  proclaim. 
Watts.  1719. 

'J95  PSALM  72.  X.  M. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made. 
And  endless  praises  crown  His  head: 
His  Xame,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  His  Love  with  sweetest  song : 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  Name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Where  He  displays  His  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more ; 
In  Him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

14  2ir 


THE     CHURCH. 

6  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  ojir  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen. 

]VaUs.  1710.  a. 

296  a  M, 

1  Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  Thine ; 
And  in  Thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  Thy  greater  Love  has  sent 

Thy  Gospel  to  mankind. 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  Thy  mind. 

3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  eai'th  around, 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound? 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  raj^s  ; 
And  build,  on  sin's  demolished  throne, 
The  temples  of  Thy  praise. 

Thomas  Gibbons.  1769. 

'297  8, 7. 

1  O'er  those  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 

Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze : 
All  the  promises  do  travail 

With  a  glorious  day  of  grace. 
Blessed  Jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Let  the  Indian,  let  the  negro. 

Let  the  rude  Barbarian  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest. 
Once  obtained  on  Calvary; 
Let  the  Gospel 
Wide  resound  from  pole  to  pole. 
218 


3  Kingdom.?  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light, 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night; 
And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

4  May  the  glorious  day  approaching, 

Thine  eternal  Love  proclaim. 
And  the  everlasting  Gospel 

Spread  abroad  Thy  holy  Nam© 
O'er  the  borders 
Of  the  great  Immanuel's  land. 

5  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease; 
May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase; 
Sway  Thy  sceptre, 
Savior,  all  the  world  around. 

William  Williams.  1772.  a. 

298  y,6. 

1  Frow  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 

Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 
2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases. 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  : 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness. 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

219 


THE    CHURCH. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  0  salvation  ! 

The  joj'ful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  Xame. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds.  His  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Reginald  Heher.  1820. 

299  PSALM  72.  7s, 

1  Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time. 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  His  power  shall  own, 

Heathen  tribes  His  Name  adore; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

3  Then  shall  war  and  tumults,  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 
Righteousness  and  joy  and  peace 
UncTisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord, 

Ever  praise  His  glorious  Xame ; 
All  His  mighty  acts  record. 

All  His  wondrous  Love  proclaim. 

Harriet  Auher.  1829. 
220 


MISSIONS. 

300  i.  M. 

1  0  Spirit  of  fhe  living  God! 

In  all  Thy  plenitude  of  grace, 

"Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 

Descend  on  our  apostate  race  ! 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love, 

To  preach  the  reconciling  "Word  ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  Thy  coming,  light; 

Confusion,  order,  in  Thy  path ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might ; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh 

The  triumphs  of  the  Cross  record; 
The  Name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  Him  Lord. 

5  God  from  eternity  hath  willed, 

All  flesh  shall  His  salvation  see ; 
So  be  the  Father's  Love  fulfilled. 

The  Savior's  sufferings  crowned  through  Thee. 
James  Montgomery.  1825. 

301  6, 4. 

1  Thoit,  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard. 

And  took  their  flight; 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray; 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

Let  there  be  light ! 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing. 

Healing  and  sight. 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind. 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind, 
0,  now  to  all  mankind 

Let  there  be  light !  221 


THE    CHTJnCH. 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight ; 
Move  on  the  waters'  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace-, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

Let  there  be  light ! 

4  Holy  and  blessed  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride. 
Through  the  earth,  far  and  wide, 

Let  there  be  light ! 

John  Marriott.  1S16. 

302  For  the  Jetcs.  7,  6, 

1  0  THAT  the  Lord's  salvation 

Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  His  ancient  nation, 
To  lead  His  outcasts  home  ! 

2  How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane  ? 
Return,  0  Lord,  in  pity; 
Rebuild  her  walls  again. 

3  Let  fall  Thy  rod  of  terror. 

Thy  saving  grace  impart ; 
Roll  back  the  veil  of  error, 
Release  the  fettered  heart. 

4  Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Her  lost  Messiah  see ; 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning. 
And  bind  Thy  Church  to  Thee. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte.  1834. 
222 


ni;R  EXLAUGKMKXT. 

303  For  our  Land.  7 

1  Come,  divine  Einruanucl.  come, 
Take  possession  of  Thy  home  ; 
Now  Thy  mercy's  wings  expand, 
Stretch  throughout  the  happy  land. 

2  Carry  on  Thy  victory, 

Spread  Thy  rule  from  sea  to  sea ; 
Rescue  all  Thy  ransomed  race, 
Save  us,  save  us,  Lord,  by  grace. 

3  Take  the  purchase  of  Thy  Blood, 
Bring  us  to  a  pardoning  God : 
Give  us  eyes  to  see  our  day, 
Hearts  the  gospel  truth  to  obey: 

4  Ears  to  hear  the  gospel  sound, — 
Grace  doth  more  than  sin  abound  ; 
God  appeased,  and  man  forgiven, 
Peace  on  earth,  and  joy  in  heaven. 

5  0  that  every  soul  might  be 
Perfectly  subdued  to  Thee  ! 

0  that  all  in  Thee  might  know 
Everlasting  life  below ! 

6  Now  Thy  mercy's  wings  expand. 
Stretch  throughout  the  hapjiy  land  : 
Take  possession  of  Thy  home  ; 
Come,  divine  Emmanuel,  come  ! 

a  Wesleij.  1749.  a. 

304  7s. 

1  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are  : 
Traveller,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  the  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 
Traveller,  yes,  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

223 


THE    CHURCH. 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night  : 

Higher  j^et  that  star  ascends  ! 
Traveller,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends. 
Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller,  ages  are  its  own  ,• 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth ! 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller,  darkness  takes  its  flight; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wandering  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller,  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 

Sir  John  Boicring.   1S25. 

305  7s, 

1  Hark  !  the  song  of  Jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea. 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore : 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  ; 
Hallelujah  !   let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound, 

From^the  depths  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around. 

All  creation's  harmonies  : 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furled, 

Sheathed  His  sword;  He  speaks — 'tis  done; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 
224 


THE    FUTURE. 

He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway  : 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll  ' 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away: 
Then  the  end; — beneath  His  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall; 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

James  Montfjomery.  1S25. 


And  is  the  time  approaching, 

By  prophets  long  foretold, 
Yv^hen  all  shall  dwell  together. 

One  Shepherd,  and  one  fold? 
Shall  every  idol  perish, 

To  moles  and  bats  be  thrown. 
And  every  prayer  be  offered 

To  God  in  Christ  alone? 

Shall  Jew  and  Gentile  meeting 

From  many  a  distant  shore, 
Around  one  altar  kneeling, 

One  common  Lord  adore  ? 
Shall  all  that  now  divides  us 

Remove  and  pass  away. 
Like  shadows  of  the  morning 

Before  the  blaze  of  day  ? 

Shall  all  that  now  unites  us 

More  sweet  and  lasting  prove, 
A  closer  bond  of  union. 

In  a  blest  land  of  love  ? 
Shall  war  be  learned  no  longer, 

Shall  strife  and  tumult  cease, 
All  earth  His  blessed  kingdom, 

The  Lord  and  Prince  of  Peace  ! 


7,6, 


225 


THE  CHURCH. 

4  0  long-expected  dawning, 

Come  with  thy  cheering  ray  ! 
When  shall  the  morning  brighten, 

The  shadows  flee  away  ? 
0  sweet  anticipation  ! 

It  cheers  the  watchers  on, 
To  pray,  and  hope,  and  labor, 
Till  the  dark  night  be  gone. 

H.  L.  L.  1863. 

307  Revelation  xy.  3,  4.  10,  11. 

1  How  wondrous   and  great  Thy   works,   God   of 

praise ! 
How  just.  King  of  saints,  and  true  are  Thy  ways  I 
0  who  shall  not  fear  Thee,  and  honor  Thy  Name  ? 
Thou  only  art  holy,  Thou  only  supreme ! 

2  To  nations  long  dark  Thy  light  shall  be  shown; 
Their  worship  and  vows  shall  come  to  Thy  throne. 
Thy  truth  and  Thy  judgments  shall   spread  all 

abroad, 
Till  earth's  every  people  confess  Thee  their  God. 
Henry  Ustic  Onderdonh.  1832. 

308  PSALM  117.  X.  M. 
1  FROJr  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 

Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  Name  be  sung" 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

%  Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord, 
Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  Word. 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

^Yatt8.  1719. 
226 


THE  "WORD  OF  GOD. 

THE  WORD  OF  GOD. 

309  PSALM  19.  X.  F,  M. 

1  I  LOVE  the  volume  of  Thy  "Word : 
What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 

To  souls  benighted  and  distrest  I 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way  ; 
Thy  fear  forl)ids  my  feet  to  stray; 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest, 

2  From  the  discoveries  of  Thy  Law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw ; 

These  are  my  study  and  delight : 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Xor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  passed 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

3  Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 

But  'tis  Thy  blessed  Gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  m}-  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

4  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults. 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain. 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise. 
That  I  have  read  Thy  Book  of  grace 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

Watts.  1719. 

310  a  31. 

1  How  precious  is  the  Book  divine. 

By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears.  227 


THE    MEANS    OF    GRACE. 

3  This  Lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 

Of  an  eternal  day.     John  Fawcett.  1782. 

311  a  31. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  Word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  Thy  Name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

3  0  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

4  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord  I 

Be  Thou  for  ever  near. 
Teach  me  to  love  Thy  sacred  Word, 
And  view  my  Savior  there. 

Anne  Steele.  1760. 

312  a  31. 

1  A  GLORY  gilds  the  sacred  j^age, 

Majestic  like  the  sun; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  Hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

His  gracious  light  and  heat. 
•      His  tcuths  upon  the  nations  rise ; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  Thine^ 

For  such  a  bright  display 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 
223 


THE  WORD. 

4   My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
I  Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 

P  In  brighter  worlds  above. 

William  Coivj^er.    1779. 

313  PSALM  119.  C,  31, 

1  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And-^uard  their  lives  from  sin? 
Thy  AVwrd  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find. 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light. 

That  guides  us  all  the  day; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  The  starry  heavens  Thy  rule  obey. 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  these  Thy  servants,  night  and  day, 
*        Thy  skill  and  power  express. 

5  But  still  Thy  Law  and  Gospel,  Lord, 

Have  lessons  more  divine; 
Kot  earth  stands  firmer  than  Thy  Word, 
Nor  stars  so  nobly  shine. 

6  Thy  Word  is  everlasting  truth  : 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  Book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age.      Watts.  171^. 

314  Dein  Wort,  0  Ilerr,  ist  milder  Thau.   CM, 
1  Thy  Word,  0  Lord,  like  gentle  dews, 

Falls  soft  on  hearts  that  ]xiae ; 

Lord,  to  Thy  garden  ne'er  refuse 

This  heavenly  balm  of  Thine. 

229 


THE    MEAXS    OF    GRACE. 

Watered  by  Thee,  let  every  tree 

Forth  blossom  to  Thy  praise, 
By  grace  of  Thine  bear  fruit  divine, 

Through  all  the  coming  days. 

2  Thy  "Word  is  like  a  flaming  sword, 

A  wedge  that  cleaveth  stone  ; 
Keen  as  a  fire,  so  burns  Thy  Word, 

And  pierceth  flesh  and  bone^ 
Let  it  go  forth  o'er  all  the  earrh, 

To  cleanse  our  hearts  within. 
To  show  Thy  power  in  Satan's  hour. 

And  break  the  might  of  sin. 

3  Thy  Word,  a  wondrous  guiding  star, 

On  pilgrim  hearts  doth  rise. 
Leads  those  to  God  who  dwell  afar. 

And  makes  the  simple  wise. 
Let  not  its  light  e'er  sink  in  night ; 

In  every  spirit  shine. 
That  none  may  miss  heaven's  final  bliss, 
Led  by  Thy  light  divine. 

From  Miss  Winkioorth.  1855. 
Tr.  Carl  Bernard  Garve.  1825. 

315  a  M, 

1  Accept,  0  Lord,  Thy  servants'  thanks 

For  Thy  enlivening  Word, 
By  Thy  most  Holy  Spirit  taught, 

By  holy  prophets  heard. 
That  Word  in  Thy  recording  Book 

From  age  to  age  descends  : 
Her  teaching  here  Thy  Church  begins. 

And  here  her  teaching  ends. 

2  Whate'er  of  truth  the  soul  can  need 

To  clear  her  darkling  sight, 
Whate'er  to  check  the  wandering  feet, 
And  guide  their  course  aright  ; 
230 


THE   ■\VOBD. 

Whatc'er  of  fear  the  bad  to  daunt, 

Of  hope  the  good  to  clieer  : 
All  that  may  profit  man,  0  Lord, 

Thy  bounty  gives  us  here. 

3  Joined  with  our  household's  little  church, 

And  in  our  lonely  hours, 
And  in  the  assembly  of  the  saints, 

That  sacred  Word  be  ours, 
To  read  and  hear,  to  mark  and  learn. 

And  inwardly  digest  : 
And  He  who  gave  the  Word,  may  He 

On  those  who  learn  it,  rest ! 

4  Thence  on  our  hearts  may  lively  faith 

Celestial  comfort  pour, 
With  patience,  lightener  of  our  ills, 

And  hope  that  looks  before  : 
That  we,  with  Thy  united  Church, 

May  lift  our  souls  above. 
And  with  one  mind  and  mouth  proclaim 

Thy  glory,  God  of  love  ! 

Richard  Mant.  1837. 

BAPTISM. 

IS 

316  iMhster  Jesu,  wir  sind  hii^-t,    ^^  Sy  8. 

1  Blessed  Jesus,  here  we  stand, 

Met  to  do  as  Thou  hast  spoken ; 
And  this  child,  at  Thy  command. 

Now  we  bring  to  Thee,  in  token 
That  to  Thee  it  here  is  given ; 
For  of  such  shall  be  Thy  heaven. 

2  Yes,  Thy  warning  voice  is  plain. 

And  we  fain  would  keep  it  duly; 
"He  who  is  not  born  again. 

Heart  and  life  renewing  truly, 
Born  of  water  and  the  Spirit, 
Will  mv  kingdom  ne'er  inherit." 

231 


THE  MEANS  OF  GRAZE. 

3  Therefore  hasten  we  to  Thee  ; 

Take  the  pledge  we  bring,  0  take  it ! 
Let  us  here  Thy  glory  see, 

And  in  tender  pity  make  it 
Now  Thy  "child,  and  leaye  it  never, 
Thine  on  earth  and  Thine  forever. 

4  Make  it,  Lord,  Thy  member  now : 

Shepherd,  take  Thy  lamb,  and  feed  it  ; 
Prince  of  peace,  its  peace  be  Thou; 

Way  of  life,  to  heaven  lead  it ; 
Vine,  this  branch  may  nothing  sever. 
Be  it  graft  in  Thee  for  ever. 

5  Now  upon  Thy  heart  it  lies. 

What  our  hearts  so  dearly  treasure  : 
Heavenward  lead  our  burdened  sighs, 

Pour  Thy  blessing  without  measure; 
Write  the  name  we  now  have  given, 
Write  it  in  the  book  of  heaven. 

Miss  Wirtkworth.  1858. 

Tr.  Benjamin  Schmolh.   1704. 

317  0  Vaterherz.  C.  H,  3I» 

1  Father,  who  hast  created  all 

In  wisest  love,  we  pray. 
Look  on  This  babe,  who  at  Thy  call 

Is  entering  on  life's  way. 
Bend  o'er  it  now  with  blessing  fraught. 
And  make  Thou  something  out  of  naught, 

2  0  Son,  -v^ho  died  for  us,  behold, 

We  bring  our  child  to  Thee  ! 
Great  Shepherd,  take  it  to  Thy  fold, 

Thirre  own  for  aye  to  be : 
Defend  it  through  this  earthly  strife. 
And  lead  it  on  the  path  of  life. 
232 


BAPTISM. 

3  Spirit,  who  bvoodest  o'er  the  wave. 

Descend  upon  this  child  : 
Give  endless  life,  its  spirit  lave 

With  waters  undefiled : 
Grant  it  while  yet  a  babe  to  be 
A  child  of  God,  a  home  for  Thee  ! 

4  0  God,  what  Thou  command'st  is  done: 

We  speak,  but  Thine  the  might : 
This  child,  which  scarce  hath  seen  the  sun, 

0  pour  on  it  Thy  light, 
In  faith  and  hope,  in  joy  and  love, 
Thou  Sun  of  all  below,  above  ! 

Miaa  Winkworth.  1858.  a. 
Tr.  Albert  Knapp.  1850. 

318  C,  3X. 

1  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 
With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark,  how  He  calls  the  tender  lambs. 
And  takes  them  in  His  arms  ! 

1  "Permit  them  to  approach,"  He  cries, 
"Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  : 
It  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  with  grateful  hearts. 
And  yield  them  up  to  Thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  Thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be  ! 

Doddridge.  1755.  a. 

319  7s, 

1  Pardoned  through  redeeming  grace. 
In  Thy  blessed  Son  revealed, 
Worshipping  before  Thy  face. 
Lord,  to  Thee  ourselves  we  yield. 
15  233 


THE  MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

2  Thou  the  sacrifice  receive, 

Humbly  oflFered  through  Thy  Son ; 
Quicken  us  in  Him  to  live  ; 
Lord,  in  us  Thy  will  be  done. 

3  Ey  the  hallowed  outward  sign, 

By  the  cleansing  grace  within, 
Seal,  and  make  us  wholly  Thine ; 
Wash,  and  keep  us  pure  from  sin. 

4  Called  to  bear  the  Christian  name, 

May  our  vows  and  life  accord, 
And  our  every  deed  proclaim 
"  Holrness  unto  the  Lord  I" 

Edward  Osier.  1S36. 


CONFIRMATION. 

320  8, 7. 

1  Blessed  Savior,  who  hast  taught  me 

I  should  live  to  Thee  alone  ; 
All  these  years  Thy  hand  hath  brought  me, 

Since  I  first  was  made  Thine  own. 
Safely  brought  me,  though  so  often 

I  have  wandered  from  Thy  fold  ; 
Striving  thus  my  heart  to  soften, 

And,  as  Thou  wouldst  have  it,  mould. 

2  Others  vowed  and  promised  for  me 

That  Thy  law  I  should  obey; 
They  have  warned  me,  sorrowing  o'er  me, 

When  I  wandered  from  Thy  way. 
But  Thy  holy  Church  commandeth 

Me  myself  to  take  that  vow; 
And  Thy  faithful  servant  standeth 

Waiting  to  receive  it  now. 
234 


RENEWAL  OF  THE  BAPTISMAL  COVENAXT. 

3  Many  foes  will  straight  assail  me, 

Craftier,  stronger  far  than  I ; 
And  the  strife  will  never  fail  me, 

Well  I  know,  until  I  die. 
Keep  me  from  my  own  undoing ; 

Let  me  turn  to  Thee  when  tried : 
Faint,  if  needs,  but  still  pursuing, 

Never  venturing  from  Thy  side. 

4  I  would  trust  in  Thy  protecting, 

Wholly  rest  u]>on  Thine  arm; 
Follow  wholly  Thy  directing, 

0  my  only  Guard  from  harm ! 
Meet  me  now  with  Thy  salvation. 

In  Thy  Church's  ordered  way; 
Let  me  feel  Thy  Confirmation 

In  Thy  truth  and  fear  to-day : 

5  So  that  might  and  wisdom  gaining, 

Hope  in  danger,  joy  in  grief. 
Now  and  ever  more  remaining 

In  the  catholic  belief, 
Resting  in  my  Savior's  merit, 

Strengthened  with  the  Spirit's  strength, 
With  Thy  Church  I  may  inherit 

All  my  Fathers  joy  at  length. 

John  Mason  Xeale.  1846.  a. 


321     Ich  bin  getauft  auf  Deinem  Kamen.  8,  / 

1  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit, 

I'm  baptized  in  Thy  dear  Xame; 
In  the  seed  Thou  dost  inherit. 
With  the  people  Thou  dost  claim, 

I  am  reckoned ; 
And  for  me  the  Savior  came. 

235 


THE  MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

2  Thou  receivest  me,  0  Father, 

As  a  child  and  heir  of  Thine; 
Jesus,  Thou  who  died'st,  yea,  rather 
Ever  livest.  Thou  art  mine. 

Thou,  0  Spirit, 
Art  my  Guide,  my  Light  divine. 

3  I  have  pledged,  and  would  not  falter. 

Truth,  obedience,  love  to  Thee  ; 
I  have  vows  upon  Thine  altar. 
Ever  Thine  alone  to  be  : 

And  forever 
Sin  and  all  its  lusts  to  flee. 

4  Gracious  God,  all  Thou  hast  spoken 

In  this  covenant  shall  take  place ; 
But  if  I,  alas !  have  broken 

These  my  vows,  hide  not  Thy  face  ; 

And  from  falling 
0  restore  me  by  Thj  grace  I 

5  Lord,  to  Thee  I  now  sari-ender 

All  I  have,  and  all  I  am ; 
Make  my  heart  more  true  and  tender. 
Glorify  in  me  Thy  Name. 

Let  obedience 
To  Thy  will  be  all  my  aim. 

6  Help  me  in  this  high  endeavor. 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  I 
Bind  my  heart  to  Thee  forever. 
Till  I  join  the  heavenly  host. 

Living,  dying. 
Let  me  make  in  Thee  my  boast. 

Charles  W.  Schaeffer.  1860, 
Tr.  John  Jacob  Rambach.  1724. 

236 


REXEWAL  OF  THE  BAPTISMAL  COVEXAXT. 

322  X.  M, 

1  0  HAPPY  day,  that  stays  my  choice 
On  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  I 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  0  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  His  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done; 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  He  is  mine : 

He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Glad  to  obey  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart, 
Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part. 
When  called  on  angels'  bread  to  feast  ? 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear; 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

Doddridge.  1755.  a. 

323  a  M, 

1  My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 

And  make  it  always  Thine, 
That  I  from  Thee  no  more  may  stray, 
No  more  from  Thee  decline. 

2  Before  the  Cross  of  Him  who  died. 

Behold,  I  prostrate  fall; 

Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 

Let  Christ  be  all  in  all ! 

3  Anoint  me  with  Thy  heavenly  grace, 

Adopt  me  for  Thine  own  ; 
That  I  may  see  Thy  glorious  face. 
And  worship  at  Thy  throne  ! 

237 


THE  MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

4  May  the  dear  Blood,  once  shed  for  me, 

My  blest  Atonement  prove, 

That  I  from  first  to  last  may  be 

The  purchase  of  Thy  Love  ! 

5  Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word. 

To  Thee  be  ever  given  : 
Then  life  shall  be  Thy  service.  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven  ! 

Matthew  Bnjdges.  1848. 

324  H,  M. 

1  Baptized  into  Thy  Name, 

Mysterious  One  in  Three, 
Our  souls  and  bodies  claim, 

A  sacrifice  to  Thee ; 
And  let  us  live  our  faith  to  prove, 
The  faith  which  works  by  humble  love. 

2  0  that  our  light  may  shine. 

And  all  our  lives  express 
The  character  divine, 
The  real  holiness ; 
And  then  receive  us  up,  to  adore 
The  Triune  God  for  evermore. 

C.  Wesley.  1767. 


THE    LORD  S    SUPPER. 

325  a  31, 

1  According  to  Thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  Thee. 

2  Thy  Body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  Bread  from  heaven  shall  be ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take. 
And  thus  remember  Thee. 
238 


f 


THE   LOUD  S  SUPPER. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget, 

Or  there  Thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  nut  remember  Thee  ? 

4  When  to  the  Cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  my  Sacrifice  ! 
I  must  remember  Thee. 

5  Remember  Thee,  and  all  Thy  pains, 

And  all  Thy  Love  to  me; 
Yes,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains. 
Will  I  remember  Thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb. 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  Thou  shalt  in  Thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 

James  Montyomery.  1S25. 

326  S.  31. 

1  Jesus  invites  His  saints 
To  meet  around  His  board  : 

Here  those  He  died  to  save  may  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 
Christ  and  His  members  one  : 

We  are  the  children  of  His  Love, 
And  He  the  first-born  Son. 

3  We  are  but  several  parts 
Of  the  same  broken  bread  ; 

One  body  with  its  several  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  Head. 

4  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined, 
His  glorious  Nfime  to  raise  : 

Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind. 
And  every  voice  be  praise  ! 

Watts.   1709.  a. 
2  39 


THE  MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

327  L,  M, 

1  My  God,  and  is  Thy  table  spread  ? 

And  does  Thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow  ? 
Thither  be  all  Thy  children  led, 

And  let  them  all  its  sweetness  know. 

2  Hail,  sacred  Feast,  which  Jesus  makes. 

Rich  Banquet  of  His  Flesh  and  Blood ! 
Thrice  happy  he,  who  here  partakes 

That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly  food ! 

3  Why  are  its  blessings  all  in  vain 

Before  unwilling  hearts  displayed? 
Was  not  for  us  the  victim  slain  ? 

Are  we  forbid  the  children's  Bread  ? 

4  0  let  Thy  table  honored  be. 

And  fvirnished  well  with  joyful  guests; 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  sacred  pledges  tastes. 

5  Let  crowds  approach,  with  hearts  prepared; 

With  warm  desire  let  all  attend ; 
Nor,  when  we  leave  our  Father's  board, 
The  pleasure  or  the  profit  end. 

Dodchidge.  1755.  a. 

328  a  M. 

1  0  God  unseen,  yet  ever  near, 

Thy  presence  may  we  feel ; 
And  thus,  inspired  with  holy  fear, 
Before  Thine  altar  kneel. 

2  Here  may  Thy  faithful  people  know 

The  blessings  of  Thy  Love  ; 
The  streEfms  that  through  the  desert  flow, 
The  manna  from  above. 

3  We  come,  obedient  to  Thy  Word, 

To  feast  on  heavenly  food; 
Our  meat  the  Body  of  the  Lord, 
Our  drink,  His  px'ecious  Blood. 
240 


THE  lord's    supper, 

4  Thus  may  we  all  Thy  words  obey; 
For  we,  0  God,  are  Thine  ; 
And  go  rejoicing  on  our  way, 
Renewed  with  strength  divine. 

Edward  Osier.  1836. 

329  a  H.  31. 

1  Lord,  when  before  Thy  throne  we  meet, 

Thy  goodness  to  adore, 
From  heaven,  the  eternal  mercy-seat, 

On  us  Thy  blessing  pour, 
And  make  our  inmost  souls  to  be 
A  habitation  meet  for  Thee, 

2  Thy  Body  for  our  ransom  given, 

Thy  Blood  in  mercy  shed, — 
With  this  immortal  food  from  heaven. 

Lord,  let  our  souls  be  fed: 
And  as  we  round  Thine  altar  kneel. 
Help  us  Thy  quickening  grace  to  feel. 

3  Be  Thou,  0  Holy  Spirit,  nigh ; 

Accept  the  humble  prayer, 
The  contrite  soul's  repentant  sigh. 

The  sinner's  heartfelt  tear; 
And  let  our  adoration  rise 
As  fragrant  incense  to  the  skies. 

Unknown.  1852.  a. 

330  7,  6,  7. 

1  Jesus,  Master  of  the  Feast, 
The  Feast  itself  Thou  art ! 
Now  receive  Thy  every  guest. 

And  comfort  every  heart ! 
Give  us  living  Bread  to  eat. 
Manna  that  from  heaven  comes  down  ; 
See  us  waiting  at  Th}'^  feet, 
And  make  Thy  favor  known. 

241 


THE  MEAKS  OF  GRACE. 

2  In  this  earthly  wilderness 
Thou  hast  a  table  spread, 
Richly  filled  with  every  grace 
Our  fainting  souls  can  need : 
Still  sustain  us  by  Thy  Love, 
Still  Thy  servants'  strength  repair, 
Till  we  reach  Thy  courts  above. 
And  feast  forever  there. 

C.  Wesley.  1745.  a. 

331  0  Esca  viatorum.  7^  0, 

1  0  Bread  to  pilgrims  given, 

Richer  than  angels  eat, 
0  Manna  sent  from  heaven, 

For  heaven-born  natures  meet ! 
Give  us,  for  Thee  long  pining. 

To  eat  till  richly  filled  ; 
Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 

Our  every  wish  is  stilled  ! 

2  0  Fountain,  life-bestowing, 

From  out  the  Savior's  heart, 
A  Fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  Fount  of  Love  Thou  art ! 
Oh  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage  ! 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 

"We  Thee  unseen  adore  ; 
Thy  faithful  word  believing, 

Wfe  take,  and  doubt  no  more  ; 
Give  us.  Thou  true  and  loving, 

On  earth  to  live  in  Thee; 

Then,  death  the  veil  removing. 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see  ! 

Ray  Palmer.  1858.  a. 
242 


I 


THE  LORD  S  SUPPER. 

332  Ecce  Panis  Angelorum.  7*» 

1  Lo,  upon  the  altar  lies 

Bread  of  heaven  from  the  skies  : 
Food  to  mortal  wanderers  given, 
To  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heaven. 

2  Jesus,  Shepherd  of  the  sheep  ! 
Thou  Thy  flock  in  safety  keep. 
Living  Bread  !  Thy  life  supply, 
Strengthen  us,  or  else  we  die. 

3  Thou,  who  feedest  us  below  ! 
Source  of  all  we  have  or  know  ! 
Grant  that  with  Thy  saints  above 
We  may  reach  Thy  feast  of  love  ! 

From  Edward  Caswall.  1848. 
Tr.  Thomas  Aquinas,  ab.  1270, 

333  Adoro  Te  devote.  L.  M, 

1  With  all  the  powers  my  poor  heart  hath 
Of  humble  love  and  loyal  faith, 

I  come,  dear  Lord,  to  worship  Thee, 
Whom  so  much  Love  bowed  low  for  me. 

2  0  dear  memorial  of  that  Death 

Which  still  survives,  and  gives  us  breath! 
Live  ever.  Bread  of  Life,  and  be 
My  food,  my  joy,  my  all  to  me ! 

3  Come,  glorious  Lord  !  my  hopes  increase, 
And  mix  my  portion  with  Thy  peace  ! 
Come,  and  forever  dwell  in  me, 

That  I  may  only  live  to  Thee. 

4  Come,  hidden  life,  and  that  long  day 
For  which  I  languish,  come  away ! 
When  this  dry  soul  Thy  face  shall  see. 
And  drink  the  unsealed  Source  of  Thee  : 

243 


THE  MEANS  OF  GRACE. 

5  When  glory's  sun  faith's  shade  shall  chase, 
And  for  Thy  veil,  give  me  Thy  face; 
Then  shall  my  praise  eternal  be 
To  the  eternal  Trinity] 

Theophilus  Dorrincfton.  1686.  a. 
From  Richard  Crashaw.  1^46, 
Tr.  Thomas  Aquinas,  ah.  1270. 

S34:  Trochaic  6, 5, 

Adoro  Te  devote. 

1  HuJkTBLY  I  adore  Thee,  blessjed  Savior,  now; 
Thee  my  Lord  confessing,  and  my  God,  I  bow. 
Give  me  ever  stronger  faith  in  Thee  above, 
Give  me  ever  stronger  hope  and  stronger  love. 

2  0  most  sweet  memorial  of  His  Death  and  woe, 
Living  Bread,  which  givest  life  to  men  below, 
Let  my  spirit  ever  eat  of  Thee  and  live, 

And  the  blest  fruition  of  Thy  sweetness  give ! 

3  Jesus,  whom  thus  veiled  I  must  see  below, 
When  shall  that  be  given  whieh  I  long  for  so. 
That  at  last  beholding  Thy  uncovered  face. 
Thou  wouldst  satisfy  me  with  Thy  fullest  grace  ? 

■John  Mason  Neale.  1851.  a. 
Tr.  Thomas  Aquinas,  ab.  1270. 

S33  Trochaic  7,  6, 

1  Suffering  Savior,  Lamb  of  God, 

How  hast  Thou  been  used  ! 
With  the  Almighty's  wrathful  rod 
Soul  and  body  bruised  ! 

2  We,  for  whom  Thou  once  wast  slain, 

We,  whose  sins  did  pierce  Thee, 
Now  commemorate  Thy  pain. 
And  implore  Thy  mercy. 
244 


THE  LOUD  S    SUPPER. 

3  Tliine's  an  everlasting  Love  : 

We  have  sorely  tried  Thee. 
Whom  have  we  in  heaven  above, 
Whom  on  earth  beside  Thee? 

4  What  can  helpless  sinners  do, 

When  temptations  seize  us? 
Naught  have  we  to  look  unto, 
But  the  Blood  of  Jesus. 

5  Pardon  all  our  baseness,  Lord; 

All  our  weakness  pity : 
Guide  us  safely  by  Thy  Word 
To  the  heavenly  city. 

6  0  sustain  us  on  the  road 

Through  this  desert  dreary. 
Feed  us  with  Thy  Flesh  and  Blood, 
When  we're  faint  and  weary. 

7  Bid  us  call  to  mind  Thy  Cross 

Our  hard  hearts  to  soften. 
Often,  Savior,  feast  us  thus  ; 
For  we  need  it  often. 

Joseph  Hart.   1762. 

336  7s, 

1  Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  we  feed. 
For  Thy  Flesh  is  meat  indeed; 
Ever  may  our  souls  be  fed 

With  this  true  and  living  Bread. 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  Thy  Blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 

Lord,  Thy  wounds  our  healing  give ; 
To  Thy  Cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied. 
Through  the  life  of  Him  who  died, 
Lord  of  life,  0  let  us  be 

Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  Thee ! 

Joseph  Conder.  1836.  a. 
245 


THE  MEAXS  OF  GRACE. 

After  Communion. 

337  Wie  wohl  hast  Du  gelabet.  7,  6. 

1  0  LIVING  Bread  from  heaven, 

How  hast  Thou  fed  Thy  guest ! 
The  gifts  Thou  now  hast  given 
Have  tilled  my  heart  with  rest. 

0  wondrous  Food  of  blessing, 

0  Cup  that  heals  our  woes ! 
My  heart,  this  gift  possessing, 

In  thankful  song  o'erflows. 

2  My  Lord,  Thou  here  hast  led  me 

Within  Thy  holiest  place. 
And  there  Thyself  hast  fed  me 

With  treasures  of  Thy  grace  : 
And  Thou  hast  freelj'  given 

"What  earth  could  never  buy. 
The  Bread  of  Life  from  heaven, 

That  now  I  shall  not  die  ! 

3  Thou  givest  all  I  wanted. 

The  Food  can  death  destroy; 
And  Thou  hast  freely  granted 

The  Cup  of  endless  joy. 
Ah,  Lord,  I  do  not  merit 

The  favor  Thou  hast  shown, 
And  all  my  soul  and  spirit 

Bow  down  before  Thy  throne  ! 

4  Lord,  grant  me  that,  thus  strengthened 

With  heavenly  Food,  while  here 
My  course  on  earth  is  lengthened, 

1  serve  with  holj'  fear : 

And  when  Thou  callest  my  spirit 
To  leave  this  world  below, 

1  enter,  through  Thy  merit, 
Where  joys  unmiugled  flow. 

From  Miss   Winkwnrth.   1S5S. 
246  Tr.  John  Mist.  1651. 


THE    LORD  S    SUPPER. 

338  Trochaic  7,  6. 

1  Lord,  accept  our  feeble  praise 

For  the  banquet  given  ; 
Though  unworthy,  we  would  raise 
Hearts  and  hands  to  heaven. 

2  /)f  the  streams  of  grace  divine 

We  have  now  been  tasting : 

On  the  mystic  bread  and  wine 

With  rich  comfort  feasting. 

3  Meat  indeed  Thy  Flesh  we  find, 

Drink  Thy  Blood  so  precious; 
Jesus,  Savior,  Thou  art  kind, 
Merciful  and  gracious  ! 

4  On  our  guilty  souls  Thy  rod 

Falls  with  gentle  chidings  ; 
And  Thou  healost  with  Thy  Blood 
All  our  great  backslidings. 

5  May  we  to  Thy  bleeding  Cross 

Soul  and  body  fasten  ; 

All  for  Jesus  count  but  loss, 

To  His  coming  hasten. 

6  None  from  trials  are  below 

Totally  exempted; 
All-suflRcient  grace  bestow, 
Succor,  Lord,  the  tempted. 

7  To  Thy  Xame,  for  evermore, 

Be  all  glory  given  ; 
None  on  earth  will  we  adore, 
None  but  Thee  in  heaven. 

Unknown.  1757. 

339  H,  31. 

1         ArTHOR  of  life  divine, 

Who  hast  a  table  spread, 

Furnished  with  living  Wine, 

And  everlasting  Bread, 

247 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALYATIOX. 

Preserve  the  life  Thyself  hast  given, 
And  feed  and  train  us  up  for  heaven. 
2         Our  needy  souls  sustain 

With  fresh  supplies  of  love, 
Till  all  Thy  life  we  gain, 

And  all  Thy  goodness  prove; 
And,  strengthened  by  Thy  perfect  ^race. 
Behold,  without  a  veil.  Thy  face. 

C.  Wesley.  1745.  a. 


CALLING. 

3d0  a  M. 

1  The  Savior  calls  ;  let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound. 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear ; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart. 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise, 

To  ease  your  every  pain. 
Immortal  fountain  !  full  supplies  ! 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice  ; 

The  gracious  call  obey  : 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 
Anci  can  you  yet  delay  ? 
6  Dear  Savior,  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 
To  Thee  let  sinners  fly. 
And  take  the  bliss  Thy  Love  imparts. 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

Anne  Steele.  1760. 
248 


341  •         C.  M, 

1  The  King  of  heaven  His  table  spreads. 
And  dainties  crown  the  board. 
Not  all  the  boasted  joys  of  earth 
Could  such  delight  aflford. 
'    2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 
And  endless  life  are  given  ; 
And  the  rich  Blood  that  Jesus  shed 
To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  Ye  hungry  poor,  who  long  have  strayed 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come; 
Come  from  the  hedges  and  highways. 
And  Grace  will  find  you  room. 

4  Thousands  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here ; 
And  thousands  more,  still  on  the  way. 
Around  the  board  appear. 

5  Yet  are  His  house  and  heart  so  large, 

That  thousands  more  may  come; 
Nor  could  the  wide  assembling  world 
O'erfill  the  spacious  room. 

6  All  things  are  ready:  enter  in. 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame. 
Come,  take  your  places  at  the  feast. 
And  bless  the  Founder's  Name. 

Doddridge.  1755.  a. 

342  S,  M, 

1  The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts 

Is  whispering,  "Sinner,  come:" 
The  bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  His  children,  "Come!" 

2  Let  him  that  heareth,  say 
To  all  about  him,  "  Come  !" 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness 

To  Christ,  the  Fountain,  come  ! 
16  249 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALTATION. 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
0  let  him  freely  come, 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life : 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo,  Jesus,  who  invites. 
Declares,  "I  quickly  come;" 

Lord,  even  so !  I  wait  Thine  hour; 
Jesus,  mj'  Savior,  come  ! 

Henry  Ustic  Onderdonk.  1826. 

84:3  L,  M. 

1  "  Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 

Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  ; 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "They  shall  find  rest,  that  learn  of  Me; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "Blest  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ! 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck; 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus  !  we  come  at  Thy  command. 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal; 
Resign  our  spirits  to  Thy  hand. 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  Thy  will. 

Watts.  1709. 

344  *  7s. 

1  Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice. 

Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice : 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home ; 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come  ! 
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CALLING. 

2  Sinner,  come  !    for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound ; 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure; 

I  Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

'  Anna  Letitia  Barhauld.  1795. 

5^5  7s, 

1  Hasten',  sinner,  to  be  wise; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  : 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  : 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er. 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run, 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun : 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun : 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

Thomas  Scott.  1773. 

346  7s. 

1  Come,  ye  weary  sinners,  come, 

All  who  feel  your  heavy  load ; 
Jesus  calls  His  wanderers  home:  . 
Hasten  to  your  pardoning  God. 

2  Come,  ye  guilty  souls  opprest, 

Answer  to  the  Savior's  call : 
"  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ; 
Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all." 

251 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALVATION. 

3  Jestis,  full  of  truth  and  love^ 

We  Thy  kindest  word  obey: 
Faithful  let  Thy  mercies  prove. 
Take  our  load  of  guilt  away. 

4  Fain  we  would  on  Thee  rely, 

Cast  on  Thee  our  sin  and  care : 
To  Thine  arms  of  mercy  fly, 
Find  oui"  lasting  quiet  there, 

5  Lo,  we  come  to  Thee  for  ease ; 

True  and  gi'acious  as  Thou  art, 
Now  our  weary  souls  release^ 
"Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 
.  ,..  a  Wesley.  1746.  a. 

347  8,7,\ 

1  Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 
•     Sinners,  ruined  by  the  Fall  ; 

Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  3'ou,  to  me,  to  all  ,• 
In  a  full  perpetual  tide. 
Opened  when  our  Savior  died. 

2  Come  in  poverty  and  meanness, 

Come  defiled,  without,  within; 
From  infection  and  uncleanness, 

From  the  leprosy  of  sin. 
Wash  your  robes  and  make  them  white  ; 
Ye  shall  walk  with  God  in  light. 

3  Come  in  sorrow  and  contrition. 

Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind; 
Herelthe  guilty  free  remission, 

Here  the  troubled  peace  may  find: 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore ;    ■ 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more. 

4  He  that  drinks  shall  live  forever ; 

'Tis  a  soul-renewing  flood: 
1^1 


God  is  faithful;  God  will  never 
Break  His  covenant  in  blood, 

Signed  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
h  Sealed  when  He  was  gloriiied. 

P  James  Montgomery.  1825. 

34:8  Gott  rufet  noch !  X.  M, 

1  God  calling  yet! — shall  I  not  hear? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear  ? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumbers  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet? — shall  I  not  rise? 
Can  I  His  loving  voice  despise. 
And  basely  His  kind  care  repay? 
He  calls  me  still:  can  I  delay? 

3  God  calling  yet ! — and  shall  He  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock  ? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 

And  shall  I  dare  His  Spirit  grieve? 

4  God  calling  yet ! — and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  He  does  not  forsake ; 

He  calls  me  still : — my  heart,  awake  ! 

5  Ah,  yield  Him  all ;  in  Him  confide  : 
Where  but  with  Him  doth  peace  abide  ? 
Break  loose,  let  earthly  bonds  be  riven. 
And  let  the  spirit  rise  to  heaven ! 

6  God  calling  yet  I — I  cannot  stay ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay  : 

Vain  world,  farewell !  from  thee  I  part : 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart  I 

From  H.  L.  L.  1853. 

Tr.  Gerhard  Tersteegen.  ah.  1730. 

253 


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REPENTANCE. 

3^9  7s, 

1  God  of  mercy!  God  of  grace  ! 

Hear  our  sad  repentant  songs. 
0  restore  Thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou  to  whom  our  praise  belongs  I 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted,  time  misspent; 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent : 

3  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires, 

Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain ; 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain; 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault. 

Filled  with  grief  and  shame,  we  own. 
Humbled  at  Thy  feet  we  lie, 

Seeking  pardon  from  Thy  throne. 

John  Taylor.  1799. 

3 JO  a  M. 

1  0  Thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye ! 

2  See,  low  before  Thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn. 
Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  Thy  face  ? 
Hast  Thou  not  said,  return  ? 

3  And  shay  my  guilty  fears  prevail, 

To  drive  me  from  Thy  feet  ? 
0  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  Absent  from  Thee,  my  Guide,  my  Light, 

Without  one  cheering  ray, 
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REPENTANCE. 

Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 

5  0  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
"With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 

And  let  Th,v  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

6  Thy  presence  only  can  bestow 
Delights,  which  never  cloy. 

Be  this  my  solace  here  below, 
And  my  eternal  joy!         [Anne  Steele.  1760. 

sji  a  M, 

1  How  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wandered  from  the  Lord! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart. 
Forgetful  of  His  Word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  ''  Return  !" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
0  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  Thou,  wilt  Thou  yet  forgive. 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live 
To  speak  Thy  wondrous  Love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace.  Thy  healing  power 

How  glorious,  how  divine. 
That  can  to  bliss  and  life  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine  ! 

5  Thy  pardoning  Love,  so  free,  so  sweet. 

Dear  Savior,  I  adore ; 
Oh,  keep  me  at  Thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

Anne  Steele.  1760. 
25  9 


THE    ORBER    OF    SALTATIOX. 

352  PSALM  51.  i.  M. 

1  Show  pity,  Lord;  0  Lord!   forgive; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live. 

Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  Thy  pardoning  Love  be  found. 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  Thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  bid  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace : 
Lord,  should  Thj'  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  iDut  Thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 

Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  Thy  "Word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

Watts.  1719.  a. 

353  PSALM  51.  L,  M, 

1  0  Thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry. 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  Thee  lie. 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look. 
But  blot  their  memory  from  Thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin ; 
Let  Thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  Thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  Thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  Thy  sight; 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 
256 


REPENTANCE. 

4  Though  I  have  grieved  Thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford; 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  Th}'^  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  Thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye. 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

7  0  may  Thy  Love  inspire  my  tongue ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song; 
And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 

The  Lord,  my  Strength  and  Righteousness. 

Watts.  1719. 

3od  H,  31. 

1  Whence  shall  my  teays  begin  ? 

What  first-fruits  shall  I  bear 
Of  sorrow  for  my  sin, 

Or  how  my  woes  declare  ? 
0  Thou,  the  ever-gracious  One ! 
Forgive  the  sins  that  I  have  done. 

2  Thou  formedst  me  of  clay, 

0  heavenly  Potter  !     Thou 
In  flesh  didst  me  array. 

With  life  and  breath  endow. 
Thou  who  dost  make,  redeem,  and  know, 
To  me.  Thy  creature,  pity  show  ! 

3  I  lie  before  Ihy  door, 

0  turn  me  not  away ! 
Nor  give  Thy  servant  o'er 

To  Satan  for  a  prey  I 
But  ere  the  term  of  life  and  grace, 
Do  Thou  my  many  sins|[efface !  257 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALVATION. 

d     Thou  spotless  Lamb  divine, 
Who  takest  sin  away, 
Remove  the  load  that  mine 
Upon  my  conscience  lay; 
And  of  Thy  mercy  grant  Thou  me 
Remission  of  iniquity ! 

J<}hn  Mason  Neale.  1862.  a. 
Tr.  Andrew  of  Crete,  ab.  700. 

►  S.  M' 

1  And  wilt  Thou  pardon,  Lord, 
A  sinner  such  as  I  ? 

Although  Thy  book  his  crimes  record 
Of  such  a  crimson  dye  ? 

2  So  deep  are  they  engraved, 
So  terrible  their  fear ; — 

The  righteous  scarcely  shall  be  saved. 
And  where  shall  I  appear  ? 

3  My  soul,  make  all  things  known 
To  Him  who  all  things  sees ; 

That  so  the  Lamb  may  yet  atone 
For  thine  iniquities. 

4  0  Thou,  Physician  blest, 
Make  clean  my  guilty  soul ! 

And  me,  by  many  a  sin  opprest, 
Restore,  and  keep  me  whole ! 

5  I  ki\ow  not  how  to  praise 
Thy  mercy  and  Thy  Love; 

But  deign  Thy  servant  to  upraise. 
And  I  shall  learn  above. 

John  Mason  NeaU.  1862. 

Tr.  Joseph  of  the  Studium.  ah.  860. 


258 


REPENTANCE. 

3oG  X.  M,  6  I. 

1  The  abyss  of  many  a  former  sin 
Encloses  me,  and  bars  me  in  : 

.  Like  billows  my  transgressions  roll; — 
Be  Thou  the  Pilot  of  my  soul ! 
And  to  salvation's  harbor  bring, 
Thou  Savior  and  Thou  glorious  King ! 

2  My  Father's  heritage  abused, 
Wasted  by  lust,  by  sin  misused ; 

To  shame  and  want  and  misery  brought. 
The  slave  to  many  a  fruitless  thought: — 
I  cry  to  Thee,  who  lovest  men, 
0  pity  and  receive  again  ! 

3  In  hunger  now,  no  more  possest 

Of  that  my  portion  bright  and  blest, 
The  exile  and  the  alien  see, 
Who  yet  would  fain  return  to  Thee ! 
And  save  me,  Lord,  who  seek  to  raise 
To  Thy  dear  Love  the  hymn  of  praise ! 

4  With  that  blest  thief  my  prayer  I  make, 
JRememher  for  Thy  mercy's  sake ! 

With  that  poor  publican  I  cry, 
Be  merciful,  0  God  most  high  ! 
With  that  lost  prodigal  I  fain 
Back  to  my  home  would  turn  again ! 

5  Mourn,  mourn,  my  soul,  with  earnest  care. 
And  raise  to  Christ  the  contrite  prayer: — 
0  Thou,  who  freely  wast  made  poor, 

My  sorrows  and  my  sins  to  cure, 
Me,  poor  of  all  good  works,  embrace, 
Enriching  with  Thy  boundless  grace! 

John  Maaon  Neale.  1862. 

Tr.  Joseph  of  the  Studiiun.  ah.  860. 

259 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALVATION. 

357  L.  M,  6  L 

1  Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God, 

And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  bear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  ; 

For  Tbee,  not  without  hope,  I  mourn  ,• 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  Friend  before  the  throne  of  Love. 

2  O  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

More  fall  of  grace  than  I  of  sin  j 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  Thj  face. 

Open  Thine  arms,  and  take  me  in ! 
And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  the  faithless  sinner  still. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  way  to  bring  me  back, 

My  fallen  spirit  to  restore ; 
O,  for  Thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake. 

Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more : 
The. ruins  of  my  soul  repair, 
And  make  mj  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 

a   Wesle>/.   1749. 

3SS  L.  M, 

1  0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 

0  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down. 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus  feet  I 

2  Best  for  my  eoul  I  long  to  find : 

Savior  of  all,  if  mine  Thou  art, 
(live  meJThy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  Thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Fain  would  I  learn  of  Thee,  my  God  ; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  Cross,  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labor  of  Thy  dying  Love. 
260 


REPEAT  ATT  CE. 

4  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  si»ner  cheer, 
Nor  let  Thy  chariot  wheels  delay  j 
Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear; 
jNIy  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away  f 

6\  Wedei/,  1742'. 

359  a  JP.  M, 

1  0  GoTJ,  mine  inmost  sonl  convert  I 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight. 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate. 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

2  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array. 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendocis  day. 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  Thy  bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

3  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
"With  serious  industry  and  fear 

My  future  bliss  to  insure  : 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  Thy  righteous  will. 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

4  Then,  Savior,  then  my  soul  receive. 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  Thee  above  ; 
"Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight. 
And  hope  in  full  supreme  delight 

And  everlasting  love. 

a  Wedeif.  1749. 

369  S.  M, 

1         0  Thoit  who  wouldst  not  have 
One  wretched  sinner  die, 
"Who  diedst  Thyself,  my  soul  to  save 

From  endless  misery!  261 


THE    ORDER    OP    SALTATION. 

Show  me  the  way  to  shun 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe, 
That  when  Thou  comest  on  Thy  throne 
I  may  with  joy  appear. 

2         Thou  art  Thyself  the  Way, 

Thyself  in  me  reveal  ; 
So  shall  I  pass  my  life's  short  day 

Obedient  to  Thy  will ; 

So  shall  I  love  my  God, 

Because  He  first  loved  me, 
And  praise  Thee  in  Thy  bright  abode, 

Through  all  eternity.     C.  Wesley.  1749. 


FAITH  AND  JUSTIFICATION. 

361  7,  6,  S. 

1  God  of  my  salvation,  hear. 

And  help  me  to  believe  ; 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  blessing  to  receive  : 
Full  of  guilt,  alas!  I  am. 
But  to  Thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee  : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  Blood  was  shed  for  me. 

2  Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay. 

Nor  can  Thy  grace  procure; 
Empty  send  me  not  away. 

For  ]^  Thou  know'st,  am  poor: 
Dust  and  ashes  is  my  name. 
My  all  is  sin  and  misery : 

Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
Thy  Blood  was  shed  for  me. 

C.  Wesley.  1742. 

262 


FAITH    AND    JUSTIFICATION. 

SG2  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  Thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee; 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin  ; 
Open  Thine  arms,  and  take  me  in ! 

2  Pity  and  heal  my  sin-sick  soul : 

'Tis  Thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole; 
Dark,  till  in  me  Thine  image  ^hine, 
And  lost  I  am,  till  Thou  art  mine. 

3  The  mansion  for  Thyself  prepare; 
Dispose  my  heart  by  entering  there ! 
'Tis  this  alone  can  make  me  clean ; 
'Tis  this  alone  can  cast  out  sin. 

4  At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be 

That  I  should  fit  myself  for  Thee  : 
Here  then  to  Thee  I  all  resign  ; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  Thine. 

5  What  shall  I  say  Thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord,  I  am  sin,  but  Thou  art  Love : 

I  give  up  «very  plea  beside, 
"Lord,  I  am  lost,  but  Thou  hast  died." 

C.    Woslej.   1739.   a. 

363  L,  M. 

1  Wherewith,  0  God,  shall  I  draw  near. 

And  bow  myself  before  Thy  face  ? 
How  in  Thy  purer  eyes  appear  ? 

What  shall  I  bring  to  gain  Thy  grace? 

2  What  have  I,  Lord,  wherein  to  trust  ? 

I  nothing  have,  I  nothing  am  ; 
Excluded  is  my  every  boast, 

My  glory  swallowed  up  in  shame. 

3  Guilty  I  stand  before  Thy  face  ; 

On  me  I  feel  Thy  wrath  abide ; 
'Tis  just  the  sentence  should  take  place, 
'Tis  just,— but  0,  Thy  Son  hath  died ! 

263 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALVATION. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God,  hath  bled, 

He  bore  our  sins  upon  the  Tree; 
Beneath  our  curse  He  bowed  His  head; 
-'Tis  finished  !  He  hath  died  for  me  ! 

5  See  where  before  Thy  throne  He  stands, 

And  pours  the  all-prevailing  prayer  ! 
Points  to  His  side,  and  lifts  His  hands. 
And  shows  that  I  am  graven  there ! 

6  He  ever  lives  for  me  to  pray ; 

He  prays  that  I  with  Him  may  reign : 
Amen  to  what  my  Lord  doth  say ! 
Jesus,  Thou  canst  not  pray  in  vain. 

C.   Wesley.   1740. 

364:  a  P,  M. 

1  0  Thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith. 
Wilt  Thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  Thee? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done 

And  suffered  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  Righteousness  I  plead. 

And  His  availing  Blood; 
Thy  Righteousness  my  robe  shall  be. 
Thy  Merit  shall  atone  for  me. 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

Augustus  Montague  Toplady.  1759.  a. 

365  a  31. 

1  There  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  "Word  ; 
''Ho,  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord." 

2  My  soul  obeys  the  Almighty  call. 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  Thy  promise.  Lord, 
264       0  help  my  unbelief ! 


FAITH    AND    JUSTIFICATION. 

3  To  the  dear  fountain  of  Thy  Blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  :  ^. 

Here  let  me  wash  m.y  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

4  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

Un  Thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 
Be  Thou  my  strength  and  Righteousness, 
My  Jesus,  and  my  All.  Watts.  1709.  a. 

366  S.  31, 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  attend 
Thy  fallen  creature's  cry  : 

And  show  Thyself  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  set  me  up  on  high : 
From  hell's  oppressive  power 
M}-  struggling  soul  release ; 
And  to  Thy  Father's  grace  restore, 
*'  And  to  Thy  perfect  peace. 

2  Thy  Blood  and  Righteousness 
I  make  my  only  plea  ; 

My  joresent  and  eternal  peace 

Are  hoth  derived  from  Thee  ; 

Rivers  of  life  divine 

From  Thee,  their  Fountain,  flow; 

And  all  who  know  that  Love  of  Thine, 
The  joy  of  angels  know. 

.3         0  then,  impute,  impart 

To  me  Thy  righteousness. 
And  let  me  taste  how  good  Thou  art, 
TIow  full  of  truth  and  grace  : 
That  Thou  canst  here  forgive 
Grant  me  to  testify, 
And  justified  by  faith  to  live, 
And  in  that  faith  to  die. 

C.  Wesley.  1746. 

17  265 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALVATION. 

S67  a  31. 

1  If  Thoil^impart  ThyseJf  to  me, 

No  other  good  I  need  : 
If  Thou,  the  Son,  shalt  make  me  free, 
I  shall  be  free  indeed. 

2  I  know  in  Thee  all  fulness  dwells, 

And  all  for  wretched  man  : 

Fill  every  want  my  spirit  feels, 

And  break  off  every  chain  ! 

3  From  sin,  the  gixilt,  the  power,  the  pain. 

Thou  wilt  redeem  my  soul :  ^ 

Lord,  I  believe,  and  not  in  vain  ; 
My  faith  shall  make  me  whole. 

4  I  too  with  Thee  shall  walk  in  white, 

With  all  Thy  saints  shall  prove 
What  is  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 
And  depth  of  perfect  Love. 

C.  Weslei/.  1740. 

368  C.  M, 

1  Lo  !  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eye; 

Thy  promised  aid  I  claim  : 
Father  of  mercies,  glorify 
Thy  favorite  Jesus'  Name. 

2  Salvation  in  that  Name  is  found. 

Balm  of  my  grief  and  care ; 
A  medicine  for  every  wound, — 
All,  all  I  want  is  there. 

a  Wesley.  1740. 

369  a  M. 

1  0  WHAT  a  narrow,  narrow  path 
Is  that  which  leads  on  high  ! 
How  shall  our  wandering  feet  attain 
Those  mansions  in  the'  sky  ? 
266 


FAITH    AXD    JUSTIFICATION. 

2  Thoii,  Lord,  who  art  Thyself  the  Way, 

"Who  once  didst  feci  our  fears, 
And  conquer  in  temptation's  day, 
With  groans  and  cries  and  tears, — 

3  Do  Thou  direct  our  feeble  hearts 

To  trust  Thee  for  the  whole ; 
The  work  of  grace,  in  all  its  parts, 
Accomplish  in  our  soul. 

4  The  Holy  Ghost  within  us  breathe, 

Life,  light,  and  power  instil, 
And,  through  Thv  gift  of  saving  faith, 
Work  in  us  allThy  will. 

From  Josejih  Hart.  1759. 

370  a  31. 

1  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet. 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callcst  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin. 

By  Satan  sorely  prest, 
By  wars  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  Thou  my  Shield  and  Hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
I  maj'  my  fierce  accuser  face. 
And  tell  Him,  Thou  hast  died. 

5  0  wondrous  Love,  to  bleed  and  die. 

To  bear  the  Cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners  such  as  I 

Might  plead  Thy  gracious  Name  ! 

John  Newton.  1779. 

267 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALVATIO:.'. 

371  S.  31. 

1         Like  Noah's  weary  dove, 

That  soared  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting-place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found  : 
3         0  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  ark  of  God, 
Behold  the  open  door: 

Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

4  There  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 
There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 

And  every  longing  satisfied. 
With  full  salvation  blest. 
William  Awjastas  Muklenherg.  1S26. 

372  L,  M. 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  Thy  Blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bidst  me  come  to  Thee, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot. 

To  Thee,  whose  Blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  mapy  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 
268 


FAITH    AND    JUSTIFICATIOX. 

5  Just  as  I  am ;  Thou  wilt  receive, 
"Wilt  weleoino,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  Thy  j^romise  I  believe  ; 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am  :  Thy  Love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

Charloite  EUiott.  1S36. 

873  7  s, 

1  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ! 
Let  the  AVater  and  the  Blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Save  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  Thy  Law's  demands  : 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow. 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone : 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone ! 

3  Nothing  in  ray  hand  I  bring. 
Simply  to  Thy  Cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  Fountain  fly; 
Wash  me,  Savior,  or  I  die ! 

4  "While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
"W^hen  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 
"When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown. 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment  throne, — 
Bock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me. 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee ! 

Au(/ustus  M.  2'oplady.  1776.  a. 

269 


THK    ORDER    OF    SALVATION. 

374  7,0. 

1  I  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  ^otless  Lamb  of  Godj 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load. 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
"White,  in  His  Blood  most  precious, 

Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  ; 

All  fulness  dwells  in  Him  ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases. 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares; 
He  from  them  all  releases. 

He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng. 
To  sing  with  saints  His  praises, 

To  learn  the  angels'  song. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1853. 

875  C.  31, 

1  Father,  though  I  hare  sinned,  with  Thee 

An  Advocate  I  have  : 
Jesus  4he  Just  shall  plead  for  me, 
The  sinner  Christ  shall  save. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  in  Him  I  find; 

But  not  for  me  alone  : 
The  Lamb  was  slain :  for  all  mankind 
His  Blood  did  once  atone. 
270 


FAITH    AND    JUSTIFICATIOX. 

3  My  soul  is  on  Thy  promise  cast, 
And  lo  !  I  claim  my  part : 
The  universal  pardon's  past; 
0  seal  it  on  my  heart  I 
-4  Thou  canst  not  now  Thy  grace  deny; 
Thou  canst  not  but  forgive  : 
Lord,  if  Thy  justice  asks  me  why — 

In  Jesus  I  believe.  G.  Wealeij.   1740.  a. 

370  a  M, 

1  Jesus,  Thou  art  my  Righteousness, 

For  all  my  sins  were  Thine  : 
Thy  Death  hath  bought  of  God  my  peace, 
Thy  Life  hath  made  Him  mine. 

2  Now  justified  in  Thee  I  am ; 

My  sins  are  all  forgiven: 

I  taste  salvation  in  Thy  Xame, 

And  antedate  my  heaven. 

3  Believing  on  my  Lord,  I  find 

A  sure  and  present  aid  : 
On  Thee  alone  my  constant  mind 
Be  every  moment  stayed. 

4  Whate'er  in  me  seems  wise,  or  good, 

Or  strong,  I  here  disclaim  : 
I  wash  my  garments  in  the  Blood 
Of  the  atoning  Lamb. 

5  Jesus,  my  Strength,  my  Life,  my  Rest, 

On  Thee  will  I  depend. 
Till  summoned  to  the  marriage-feast, 
Where  faith  in  sight  shall  end. 

6'.   Weslei/.  1740,  1742.  a. 

377  a  31, 

1  Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side; 
This  all  my  hope  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Savior  died. 

271 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALVATIOX. 

2  My  dying  Savior  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Spriulilc  me  ever  with  Thy  Blood, 
And  cleanse,  and  keep  me  clean, 

3  The  Atonement  of  Thy  Blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

C.   Wesley.  1740. 

378  L.  31. 

1  I  THIRST,  Thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
To  wash  me  in  Thy  cleansing  Blood ; 
To  dwell  within  Thy  wounds  ;  then  pain 
Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Forever  closed  to  all  but  Thee  ! 

Seal  Thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

3  How  blest  are  they  who  -still  abide 
Close  sheltered  in  Thy  bleeding  side ! 
Who  life  and  strength  from  Thee  derive, 
And  by  Thee  move,  and  in  Thee  live ! 

4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death. 
Till  Thou  Thy  quickening  Spirit  breathe? 
Thou  giv'st  the  power  Thy  grace  to  move; 
0  wondrous  grace  !  0  boundless  Love  ! 

5  How  can  it  be.  Thou  heavenly  King, 
That  Thou  shouldst  us  to  glory  bring ; 
Make  slaves  the  partners  of  Thy  throne, 
Decked  Vith  a  never-fading  crown  ? 

6  Ah  Lord,  enlarge  our  scanty  thought, 

To  know  the  wonders  Thou  hast  wrought ; 
Unloose  our  stammering  tongues,  to  tell 
Thy  Love  immense,  unsearchable  ! 
272 


FAITH    AND    JUSTIFICATION. 

7  First-born  of  many  brethren  Thou  ! 
To  Thee,  lo,  all  our  souls  we  bow  : 
To  Thee  our  hearts  and  hands  we  give. 
Thine  may  we  die,  Thine  may  we  live. 

John  Wesley.  1740. 

From  the  German. 

S79        Christi  Blut  iind  GerecMglceit.      L.  31, 

1  Jesus,  Thy  Blood  and  Righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed. 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  Thy  great  Day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay? 
Fully  through  these  absolved  I  am 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
"When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years: 
No  age  can  change  its  constant  hue ; 
Thy  Blood  preserves  it  ever  new. 

4  0  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice; 
Xow  bid  Thy  banished  ones  rejoice  I 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  Thy  Blood  and  Righteousness  ! 

John   ^ye^Jey.  1740. 

Tr.  Nicholas  Lonis,  Coxirtt  Zlnzcnd  orf.  1739. 

3S0  Continued.  i.  JX. 

1  Lord,  I  believe  Thy  precious  Blood, 
Which  at  the  mercy-seat  of  God 
Forever  doth  for  sinners  plead, 

For  me,  even  for  my  soul  was  shed. 

2  The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb, 
Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came. 
Who  died  for  me,  even  me  to  atone. 
Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 

273 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALVATIOX. 

3  Carnal,  and  sold  to  sin  no  more 
I  am  ;  hell's  tyranny  is  o'er  : 

The  immortal  soul  remains  within, 
And  born  of  God  I'm  freed  from  sin. 

4  Yet  nought  whereof  to  boast  I  have  ; 
All,  all  Thy  mercy  freely  gave : 

No  works,  no  righteousness  are  mine  ; 
All  is  Thy  work,  and  only  Thine. 

5  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
Even  then  this  shall  be  all  my  plea, 

"  Jesus  hath  lived,  hath  died  for  me." 
John  Wesley.  1740.  a. 
Tr.  Nicholas  Louis,  Count  Zinzendorf.  1739. 

381  Ich  habe  nun  den  Gnind gefunden.  L,31,G  l» 

1  Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 

Sure  my  soul's  anchor  may  remain ; 
The  wounds  of  Jesus,  for  my  sin 

Before  the  world's  foundation  slain ; 
Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay, 
When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away. 

2  Father,  Thine  everlasting  grace 

Our  scanty  thought  surpasses  far : 
Thy  heart  still  melts  with  tenderness, 

Thine  arms  of  love  still  open  are. 
Returning  sinners  to  receive. 
That  mercy  they  may  taste,  and  live. 

3  0  Love,  thou  bottomless  abyss  ! 

My  sins  are  swallowed  up  in  Thee : 
Covered  is  my  unrighteousness, 

No  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me  : 
While  Jesus'  Blood,  through  earth  and  skies, 
Mercy,  free,  boundless  mercy,  cries  ! 
John  Wesley.   1740. 
Tr.  John  Andreio  Rothe.  1731. 
274 


FAITH    AND    JCSTIFICATIOX. 

\S2  Continued.  L,  31,  6 1. 

Jesus,  I  know,  hath  died  for  me; 

Here  is  iny  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
Hither,  when  hell  assails,  I  flee, 

I  look  into  my  Savior's  breast : 
Away,  sad  doubt  and  anxious  fear ! 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head, 
Though  strength,  and  health,  and  friends  be 
gone  ; 

Though  joys  be  withered  all  and  dead, 
Though  every  comfort  be  withdrawn; 

On  this  my  steadfast  soul  relies, 

Father,  Thy  mercy  never  dies. 

Fixed  on  this  ground  will  I  remain, 

Though  my  heart  fail  and  strength  decay; 
This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain. 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away. 
Mercy's  full  poAver  I  then  shall  prove, 
Loved  with  an  everlasting  Love. 

John  Wesley.   1740.  a. 

Tr.  John  Andrew  Rothe.  1731. 


PEACE    AND    JOY. 

383  PSALM  32.  S.  M. 

1  0  BLESSED  souls  are  they. 
Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er ! 

Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more  ! 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care; 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

275 


THE    ORDEE    OF    SALVATION. 

3         Let  sinners  learn  to  pray; 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne. 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress 

Is  found  in  God  alone.         [  Watts.  1719, 

384  PSALM  1.  S,  M, 

1  The  man  is  ever  blest, 

Who  shuns  the  sinner's  ways ; 
Among  their  counsels  never  stands, 
Nor  takes  the  scorner's  place  : 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  study  and  delight, 

Amidst  the  labors  of  the  day. 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  shall  thrive, 
With  waters  near  the  root : 

Fresh  as  the  leaf,  his  name  shall  live ; 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

4  Xot  so  the  ungodly  race. 
They  no  such  blessings  find; 

Their  hopes  shall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  stand 
Before  that  judgment-seat. 

Where  all  the  saints  at  Christ's  right  hand 
In  full  assembly  meet  ? 
6*       He  knows  and  He  approves 
The  way  the  righteous  go  : 
But  sinners  and  their  works  shall  meet 

A  dreadful  overthrow.  [  Watts.  1719. 

385  S.  31. 

1         Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord. 

While  ye  surround  His  throne. 
276 


PEACE    AND    JOY. 

Let  those  refuse  to  sing 
Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

2  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 
That  all  the  earth  surveys, 

That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 

And  calms  the  roaring  seas  : 

This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Love  : 
He  will  send  down  His  heavenly  powers 

To  carry  us  above. 

3  There  we  shall  see  His  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  : 

^here,  from  the  rivers  of  His  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

The  men  of  grace  have  found  - 

Glory  begun  below : 
Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets. 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound. 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We're  marching  through  Emmanuel's  grouad 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high.        Watts.  1709.  a. 
386  Proverbs  in:   \d,  11 .  CM, 

1  How  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice  ! 

2  For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 

Than  all  their  stores  of  gold.  277 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALVATIOX. 

3  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 

4  According  as  her  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

Michael  Bruce.  1770. 

3S7  S.  31, 

1  What  cheering  words  are  these  ! 
Their  sweetness  who  can  tell  ? 

In  time,  and  to  eternal  days, 

"'Tis  with  the  righteous  well." 

2  In  every  state  secure, 
Kept  by  Jehovah's  eye, 

'Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endure, 
And  well  when  called  to  die. 

3  Well  when  they  see  His  face, 
Or  sink  amidst  the  flood; 

Well  in  aflfliction's  thorny  maze. 
Or  on  the  mount  with  God. 

4  'T  is  well  when  joys  arise; 
'T  is  well  when  sorrows  flow; 

'T  is  Avell  when  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
*  And  strong  temptations  blow. 

5  'T  is  well  when  on  the  mount 
They  feast  on  dying  Love  : 

And  'tis  as  well,  in  God's  account, 
Wh^n  they  the  furnace  prove. 

6  'Tis  well  when  Jesus  calls, 
"  From  earth  and  sin  arise. 

Join  with  the  hosts  of  ransomed  souls, 
Made  to  salvation  wise." 

Jolin  Kent.  1803.  a. 
278 


PEACE    AXD    JOY, 


3SS 


CniLBREX  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  0  ye  banished  seed,  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes ; 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Sing,  ye  little  flock  and  blest  : 
You  on    Jesus' throne  shall  rest: 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared. 
There. your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  jour  Father's  Son, 
Bids  3'ou  undismayed  go  on. 

6  Lord,  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  Thou  our  Leader  be. 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee.. 

John  Cennich.  1742.^. 

389  a  31, 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled  ; 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

279 


THE    ORDER    OF    SALVATIOX. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God.  my  heaven,  my  all ! 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast.      Watts.  1709. 

390  L,  M. 

1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows. 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend. 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

3  Ah,  whither  could  we  fly  for  aid. 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed. 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  he!l  defeat, 
Had  suftering  saints  no  mercj'^-seat  ? 

4  There,  there  on  eagle's  wings  we  soar. 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more ; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

5  0  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill. 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still. 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 

Hncjh  Stowell.  1834. 

301  6f  8,  4. 

1       The   God  of  Abram  praise. 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above; 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 
And  God  of  Love ! 
280 


PEACE    AXD    JOV. 

Jehovah,  great  I  Asr, 

By  earth  and  heaven  confest  ; 

1  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  Name, 

Forever  blest. 

2  The  God  of  Abram  praise, 
At  whose  supreme  command 

From  earth  I  rise,  and  sock  the  joys 
At  His  right  hand  : 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 
Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  j^ower, 
And  Ilim  my  only  Portion  make, 
My  Shield  and  Tower 

3  The  God  of  Abram  praise, 
AVhose  all-sufficient  grace 

Shall  guide  me,  all  my  happy  days, 
In  all  His  ways  : 
He  calls  a  worm  His  friend ; 
He  calls  Himself  my  God; 
And  He  shall  save  me  to  the  end 

Through  Jesus'  Blood. 
■4       He  by  Himself  hath  sworn  ; 

I  on  His  oath  depend ; 

1  shall,  on  eagles'  wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend : 

I  shall  behold  His  face, 

I  shall  His  power  adore, 

And  sing  the  wonders  of  His  grace 

For  evermore.     Thomas  Olivers.  1772. 


SANCTIFICATIOS  AND  THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 

CONSECRATION. 

392  S.  31. 

1         Mr  Maker  and  my  King  ! 
To  Thee  my  all  I  owe. 
Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring 
18  From  whence  my  blessings  flow.  281 


THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

2  Thou  ever  good  and  kind  ! 
A  tliousand  reasons  move, 

A  thousand  obligations  bind 
My  heart  to  grateful  love. 

3  The  creature  of  Thy  hand, 
On  Thee  alone  I  live. 

My  God  !  Thy  benefits  demand 

More  praise  than  life  can  give. 

4  0  what  can  I  impart. 
When  all  is  Thine  before  ? 

Thy  Love  demands  a  thankful  heart; 
The  gift,  alas,  how  poor  ! 

5  Shall  I  withhold  Thy  due  ? 
And  shall  my  passions  rove  ? 

Lord,  form  this  wretched  heart  anew. 
And  fill  it  with  Thy  love. 

6  0  let  Thy  grace  inspire 

My  soul  with  stren-gth  divine ; 
Let  all  my  powers  to  Thee  aspire. 
And  all  my  days  be  Thine. 

Anne  Steele.  1760. 

393  PSALM  119.  C.  31, 

1  Thou  art  my  Portion,  0  my  God ! 

Soon  as  I  know  Thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haste  to  obey  Thy  word, 
And  sufi"ers  no  delay. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 

And^lory  in  my  choice; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  The  testimonies  of  Thy  grace 

I  set  before  mine  eyes : 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
282 


CONSECRATION. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  Thy  path, 

I  think  u})on  my  ways  ; 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  Thy  commands, 
And  trust  Thy  pardoning  grace. 

5  Xow  I  am  Thine,  for  ever  Thine : 

0  save  Thy  servant,  Lord  ! 
Thou  art  my  Shichl,  my  Hiding-place  ; 
My  hope  is  in  Thy  Word. 

6  Thou  hast  inclined  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  statutes  to  fulfil ; 
And  thus,  till  mortal  life  shall  end, 
Would  I  perform  Thy  will. 

Watts.  1719. 

4  L,  31. 

1  Ah,  wretched  souls,  who  strive  in  vain, 

Slaves  to  the  world,  and  slaves  to  sin  ! 
A  nobler  toil  may  I  sustain, 
A  nobler  satisfaction  win. 

2  jVIay  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart. 

With  all  my  jiowers  to  serve  the  Lord  j 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart. 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

3  0  be  His  service  all  my  joy ! 

Around  let  my  example  shine ; 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ. 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

4  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determined  choice. 
To  yield  to  His  supreme  control. 
And  in  His  kind  commands  rejoice. 

5  0  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Xor  wandering  leave  His  sacred  ways. 
Great  God !  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  Thy  praise. 
Anne  Steele.  1760, 
283 


THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 

395  L.  31. 

1  My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right 

To  every  service  I  can  pay ; 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  Thy  dictates,  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being,  but  for  Thee, 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end? 
Thine  ever-smiling  face  to  see. 
And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend ! 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good  ; 
Kor  future  daj'S  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'T  is  to  my  Savior  I  would  live, 

To  Him  who  for  my  ransom  died; 
Nor  could  untainted  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  His  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor -is  no  more, 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  love  hath  animating  power. 

Doddridge.  I'TaS. 

390  S,  31, 

1  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 
In  all  things  Thee  to  see : 

And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 
To  do  it  as  for  Thee  ! 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  swav, 
While  still  to  Thee  I  tend : 

In  all  I\lo,  be  Thou  the  Wav, 
In  all,  be  Thou  the  End ! 

3  All  may  of  Thee  partake  : 
Xothing  so  small  can  be. 

But  draws,  when  acted  for  Thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  Thee. 
284 


CONSECRATION. 

4       If  clone  to  obey  Thy  laws, 
Even  servile  labors  shine  : 
Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause, 
The  meanest  work  divine. 

John   Wesley.   1739. 
From  George  Herhert.  1632. 
39  7       Hochsfcr  Priester,  der  Du  Dich.  7s. 

1  Great  Iligh-Priest,  who  deignedst  to  be 
Once  the  Sacrifice  for  me. 

Take  this  living  heart  of  mine, 
Lay  it  on  Thy  holy  shrine. 

2  As  Thy  Love  aceepteth  nought 
Save  what  Love  itself  hath  wrought, 
Ofi'er  Thou  my  sacrifice, 

Else  to  God  it  cannot  rise. 

3  Slay  in  me  the  wayward  will, 
Earthly  lust  and  passion  kill  : 
Tear  all  sin  from  out  my  heart. 
Though  it  cost  me  bitter  smart. 

4  So  may  God  the  Righieous  brook 
On  my  sacrifice  to  look  : 

In  whose  sight  no  gift  has  worth. 
Save  a  Christ-like  life  on  earth. 

Miss  Wlnkicorth.  1855.  o. 

I'r.  Angelus  Sllesius.  165". 

398  L.3I. 

1  My  Savior,  how  shall  I  proclaim, 

How  pay  the  mighty  debt  I  owe  ? 
Let  all  I  have,  and  all  I  am. 

Ceaseless  to  all  Thy  glory  show. 

2  Too  much  to  Thee  I  cannot  give : 

Too  much  I  cannot  do  for  Thee : 
Let  all  Thy  Love,  and  all  Thy  grief, 
Graven  on  my  heart  forever  be ! 
John  Wesley.  1740. 
Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.  1653. 
285 


THE    CHRISTIAN   LIF^. 

399  a  31. 

1  BEi?fG  of  beings,  God  of  love, 

To  Thee  our  hearts  we  raise; 
Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove, 
And  gladly  sing  Thy  praise. 

2  Thine,  wholly  Thine,  we  long  to  be  ,• 

Our  sacrifice  receive ! 
Made,  and  preserved,  and  saved  by  Thee, 
To  Thee  ourselves  we  give. 

3  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  the  Savior's  love 

Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad; 

So  shall  we  ever  live  and  move 

And  be  with  Christ  in  God. 

C.Weslei/.  1739. 

400  7s. 

1  God  of  all-redeeming  grace. 

By  Thy  pardoning  Love  compelled, 
Up  to  Thee  our  souls  we  raise, 
Unto  Thee  our  bodies  yield. 

2  Thou  our  sacrifice  receive, 

Acceptable  through  Thy  Son, 
"While  to  Thee  alone  we  live, 
While  we  die  to  Thee  alone. 

3  Just  it  is,  and  good,  and  right, 

That  we  should  be  wholly  Thine ; 
In  Thy  only  will  unite, 

In  Thy  blessed  service  join. 

4  0  that  every  thought  and  word 

Might  proclaim  how  good  Thou  art! 
Holiness  unto  the  Lord 

Still  be  written  on  our  heart. 

C.  W^ley,  1745. 
286 


COXSECRATION. 

^01  S.M. 

1  Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace, 
'With  a  glad  heart  and  free, 

Myself,  my  residue  of  days, 
I  consecrate  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  ransomed  servant,  I 
Restore  to  Thee  Thy  own  ; 

And  from  this  moment  live  or  die 
To  serve  my  God  alone. 

V.  Wesleij.  1762. 

4:02  7s. 

1  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celestial  host, 

Let  Thy  will  on  earth  be  done ! 
Praise  by  all  to  Thee  be  given. 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 

2  If  so  poor  a  worm  as  I 

May  to  Thy  great  glory  live. 
All  my  actions  sanctify, 

All  my  words  and  thoughts  receive : 
Claim  me  for  Thy  service,  claim 
All  I  have,  and  all  I  am. 

3  Take  my  soul  and  body's  powers: 

Take  my  memory,  mind,  and  will; 
All  my  goods  and  all  my  hours, 

All  I  know  and  all  I  feel  : 
All  I  think,  and  speak,  and  do ; 
Take  my  heart,  but  make  it  new ! 

4  Now,  0  God,  Thine  own  I  am : 

Js^ow  I  give  Thee  back  Thine  own  ; 
Freedom,  friends,  and  health,  and  fame, 

Consecrate  to  Thee  alone. 
Thine  I  live,  thrice  happy  I ; 
Happier  still,  if  Thine  I  die, 

C.  Wesley.  1745. 
287 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

4:03  CM. 

1  How  blessed,  from  the  bonds  of  sin 

And  earthly  fetters  free. 
In  singleness  of  heart  and  aim 

Thy  servant,  Lord,  to  be ! 
The  hardest  toil  to  undertake 

With  }0Y  at  Thy  command, 
The  meanest  office  to  receive 

With  meekness  at  Thy  hand  ! 

2  With  willing  heart  and  longing  eyes 

To  watch  before  Thy  gate, 
Ready  to  run  the  weary  race. 

To  bear  the  heavy  weight ; 
No  voice  of  thunder  to  expect, 

But  follow  calm  and  still, 
For  love  can  easily  divine 

The  One  Beloved's  will. 

3  Thus  may  I  serve  Thee,  gracious  Lord ! 

Thus  ever  Thine  alone, 
My  soul  and  body  given  to  Thee, 

The  purchase  Thou  hast  won  : 
Through  evil  or  through  good  report 

Still  keeping  by  Thy  side, 
By  life  or  death,  in  this  poor  flesh 

Let  Christ  be  magnified! 

4  How  happily  the  working-days 

In  this  dear  service  fly ! 
How  rapidly  the  closing  hour, 

The  time  of  rest,  draws  nigh  ! 
When  all  the  faithful  gather  home, 

A  joyful  company. 
And  ever  where  the  Master  is, 
Shall  His  blest  servants  be. 
H.  L.  L.  1853. 

Tr.  Charles  John  Spitia.  d.  1559. 
288 


CONSECRATIOX. 

1  0  Thou  best  Gift  of  Heaven  ! 
Thou  who  Thyself  hast  given, — 

For  Thou  hast  died! 
This  Thou  hast  done  for  me : 
"What  have  I  done  for  Thee, 

Thou  Crucified? 

2  I  long  to  serve  Thee  more  : 
Reveal  an  open  door. 

Savior,  to  me  : 
Then,  counting  all  but  loss, 
I'll  glory  in  Thy  Cross, 

And  follow  Thee. 

3  Do  Thou  but  point  the  way. 
And  give  me  strength  to  obey; 

Thy  will  he  mine  : 
Then  can  I  think  it  joy 
To  suffer  or  to  die. 

Since  I  am  Thine.         \_Unhnovm.  1S5S, 


HOLINESS. 

»  Rerwn  Creator  omnuim.  S,  3£r 

1  Creator  of  mankind. 

Thy  promised  help  we  claim. 
That  so  our  life  Thou  mayst  not  find 
Unworthy  of  our  name. 

2  If  Thou  Thy  grace  deny. 
We  cannot  rightly  strive ; 

In  Thee  alone  to  sin  we  die. 
In  Thee  alone  we  live. 

3  Our  goings,  Lord,  uphold, 
Till  this  dark  vale  be  passed: 

Till  through  temptations  manifold 
We  reach  Thy  rest  at  last. 

289. 


THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

4  0  happy,  peaceful  rest, 
Prepared  for  saints  above. 

Where  they  with  all  Thy  joys  are  blest, 
And  drink  Thy  streams  of  Love  ! 

5  0  Trinity  divine, 

To  Thee  our  hearts  we  raise : 
May  we  with  saints  in  glory  shine. 
And  share  their  songs  of  praise  ! 

John  Chandler.  1837.  a. 

406  S,  31, 

1  God  of  eternal  Love, 

Our  Father  and  our  Friend, 
We  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee  above : 
Do  Thou  our  prayer  attend. 

2  Baptized  into  Thy  Xame, 
We  all  have  Christ  put  on  : 

0  may  Thy  love  our  hearts  inflame, 
The  course  of  truth  to  run. 

3  May  carnal  feelings  die, 
And  fruits  of  faith  increase  ; 

And  Adam's  nature  prostrate  lie 
Before  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

4  Endue  us,  Lord,  with  strength, 
To  triumph  over  sin  : 

That  we  may  with  Thy  saints  at  length 

Eternal  glory  win.  [Unknown.  1S59. 

4.07  X.  31. 

1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holji  Gospel  we  profess  : 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Savior  God ; 
When  His  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

290 


3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth  and  love 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  wc  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  His  Word. 

Waits.  1709. 

40S  PSALM  19.  7s. 

1  Blest  Instructor!  from  Thy  ways. 
Who  can  tell,  how  oft  he  strays! 
Save  from  error's  growth  my  mind; 
Leave  not,  Lord,  one  root  behind. 

2  Purge  me  from  the  guilt,  that  lies 
Wrapt  within  my  heart's  disguise; 
Let  me  thence,  by  Thee  renewed. 
Each  presumptuous  sin  exclude. 

3  Let  my  tongue,  from  error  free. 
Speak  the  words  approved  by  Thee; 
To  Thine  all-observing  eyes 

Let  my  thoughts  accepted  rise. 

4  So  my  lot  shall  ne'er  be  joined     , 
With  the  men,  whose  impious  mind, 
Fearless  of  Thy  just  command. 
Braves  the  vengeance  of  Thy  hand. 

5  While  I  thus  Thy  Name  adore, 
And  Thy  healing  grace  implore, 
Blest  Redeemer,  bow  Thine  ear  ! 
God,  my  Strength,  propitious  hear ! 

*  James  Merrick.  1765. 

291 


THK    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

409  L.  31. 

1  My  God  !  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  Thee : 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Savior,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 

Thy  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence : 

I  would  obey  the  Voice  divine. 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign.     Watts.  1709. 

410  PSALM  119.  C.  M, 

1  0  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways, 

To  keep  His  statutes  still ! 
•  0  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  His  will  I 

2  Order  my  footsteps  by  Thy  Word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere ; 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion.  Lord, 

But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

3  Assist  my  soul,  too  apt  to  stray, 

A  stricter  watch  to  keep  ; 
And  should  I  e'er  forget  Thy  way, 
Restore  Thy  wandering  sheep. 

4  Make  me  to  walk  in  Thy  commands; 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  : 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 

OffemJ  against  my  God.       Watts.  1719.  a. 

411  PSALM  15.  7s. 
1  Who,  0  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er, 

Shall  to  heaven's  blest  mansions  soar  ? 
Who,  an  ever-welcome  guest, 
In  Thy  holy  place  shall  rest?         *^ 
292 


HOLINESS. 

2  lie  whose  heart  Thy  love  has  warmed; 
He  whose  will,  to  Thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run: 

He  whose  word  and  thought  are  one : 

3  He  who  shuns  the  sinner's  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God ; 
^Vho,  with  hope  and  faith  unfeigned. 
Treads  the  j^ath  by  Thee  ordained; 

4  He  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 
Not  in  aught  himself  has  done ; 
He,  great  God,  shall  be  Thy  care. 
And  Thy  choicest  blessings  share. 

Harriet  Auher.  1829. 
From  James  Merrick.  1765. 

4^12  a  31, 

1  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  Hand  denies. 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace. 
Let  this  petition  rise  : 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart. 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  let  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine 

My  path  of  life  attend  ,• 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

Anne  Steele.  1760.  o. 

413  CM. 

1  0  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  JMessenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sius  that  made  Thee  mourn, 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

3  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be. 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne. 
And  worship  only  Thee. 

4  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

William  Coiqjer.  1779. 

414:  a  31. 

1  0  corLD  I  find  from  day  to  day 

A  nearness  to  my  God  ! 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away. 
And  lean  upon  His  Word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  Thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day ; 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Kor  ever  take  away. 

3  0  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 
,    And  make  me  wholly  Thine, 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
!Xor  grieve  Thy  Love  divine. 

4  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  breath 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  : 
And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death. 
My  s.oul  shall  love  Thee  more. 

Vnknoicn,  1799. 
4:15  Bier  legt  mein  Sinn.  Jj,  itf. 

1  Mt  soul  before  Thee  prostrate  lies; 
To  Thee,  her  Source,  my  spirit  flies ; 
My  wants  I  moui'n,  my  chains  I  see : 
0  let  Thy  presence  set  me  free ! 
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2  Jesus,  vouchsafe  my  heart  and  will 
With  Thy  meek  lowliness  to  till; 
No  more  her  power  let  nature  boast, 
But  in  Thy  will  let  mine  be  lost. 

3  In  life's  short  day  \et  me  yet  more 
Of  Th}'^  enlivening  power  implore  : 
My  mind  must  deeper  sink  in  Thee, 

My  foot  stand  firm,  from  wandering  free. 

4  One  only  care  my  soul  shall  know, 
Father,  all  Thy  commands  to  do  ; 
Ah,  deep  engrave  it  on  my  breast, 
That  I  in  Thee  even  now  am  blest. 

5  AVhen  mj-  warmed  thoughts  I  fix  on  Thee, 
And  plunge  me  in  Thy  mercy's  sea. 
Then  even  on  me  Thy  face  shall  shine. 
And  quicken  this  dead  heart  of  mine. 

6  So  even  in  storms  my  zeal  shall  grow ; 
So  shall  I  Thy  hid  sweetness  know; 
And  feel,  what  endless  age  shall  prove, 
That  Thou,  my  Lord,  my  God,  art  Love. 

John  Wesley.  1739. 

Tr.  Christian  Frederic  Eitclier.  ah.  1700. 

416  L,  31, 

1  0  Thou  who  all  things  canst  control, 
Chase  sloth  and  slumber  from  my  soul; 
With  joy  and  fear,  with  love  and  awe, 
Give  me  to  keep  Thy  perfect  law. 

2  0  may  one  beam  of  Thy  blest  light 
Pierce  through,  dispel  the  shades  of  night; 
Touch  my  cold  breast  with  heavenly  fire, 
With  holy,  conquering  zeal  inspire. 

3  With  steps  unwavering,  undismayed, 
Give  me  in  all  Thy  paths  to  tread. 

Rise,  Lord,  stir  up  Thy  quickening  power. 
And  wake  me,  that  I  sleep  no  more. 

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4  Single  of  heart  0  may  I  be  ! 
Nothing  may  I  desire  but  Thee  ; 
Far,  far  from  me  the  world  remove, 
And  all  that  holds  me  fi-om  Thy  Lore  ! 

John  Wesley.  1739.  a. 
From  the  German. 

417  a  M. 

1  0  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  Blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ! 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed. 

And  full  of  love  divine ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine  ! 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart. 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  Thy  new  Name  upon  my  heart. 
Thy  new,  best  Name  of  Love. 

a   Wealeij.   1742.  a. 

418  a  M. 

1  0  FOR  a  principle  within 
Of  jealous  godly  fear; 
0  for  a  tender  dread  of  sin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near ! 
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2  That  I  from  Thee  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  Thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  loving  heart. 
The  tender  conscience  give. 

3  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

0  God.  my  conscience  make; 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh. 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 

4  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove; 
Nor  let  me  wander  far  away. 
Nor  ever  grieve  Thy  Love. 

5  0  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul ; 
And  drive  me  to  the  Blood  again. 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

a  Wesley.  1749.  a. 

^19  S.3I, 

1  Jesus,  my  Strength,  my  Hope, 
On  Thee  I  cast  my  care ; 

"With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  Thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 

Give  me  on  Thee  to  wait,. 

Till  I  can  all  things  do; 
On  Thee,  almighty  to  create, 

Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  discerning  eye. 
That  looks  to  Thee  when  sin  is  near. 
And  sees  the  tempter  fly: 
A  spirit  still  prepared. 
And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard. 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 
19.  297 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3  I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single,  steady  aim. 

Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward, 
To  Thee  and  Thy  great  Xame : 
A  zealous,  just  concern 
For  Thine  immortal  praise; 

A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 
And  glorify  Thy  grace. 

4  -      I  rest  upon  Thy  Word  ; 

Thy  promise  is  for  me  : 
My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  fi'om  Thee. 

But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  Thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  Thy  perfect  Love. 

a  Weshy.  1742. 

420  S.  M, 

1  God  of  almighty  Love, 
By  whose  sufficient  grace 

I  lift  my  heart  to  things  above. 
And  humbly  seek  Thy  face  : 
Through  Jesus  Christ  the  Just 
My  faint  desires  receive. 

And  let  me  in  Thy  goodness  trust, 
And  to  Thy  glory  live. 

2  Whate'er  I  speak  or  do, 
Thy  glory  be  my  aim ; 

My  offerings  all  be  offered  through 

Thy  ever-blessed  Xame : 

Jesus,  my  single  ej-e 

Be  fixed  on  Thee  alone  ; 
Thy  Name  be  praised  on  earth,  on  high  : 

Thy  will  by  all  be  done ! 

C.  Wesley.  1749. 

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4S, 


1  Fatheh  of  eternal  grace, 

Glorify  Thyself  iu  me  ! 
Meekly  beaming  in  my  face, 

May  the  world  Thine  image  see. 

2  Happy  only  in  Thy  Love, 

Poor,  unfriended,  or  unknown. 

Fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above; 

Stay  my  heart  on  Thee  alone. 

3  Humble,  holy,  all  resigned 

To  Thy  will,— Thy  will  be  done ! 
Give  me,  Lord,  the  perfect  mind 
Of  Thy  well-beloved  Son. 

4  Counting  gain  and  glory  loss, 

May  I  tread  the  path  He  trod. 
Die  with  Jesus  on  the  Cross, 

Rise  with  Him  to  Thee,  my  God ! 

James  Montgomery.  1825. 


LOVE  TO  GOD  AND  CHRIST. 

4:22  7s, 

1  Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord ! 
'Tis  thy  Savior,  hear  His  word  : 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee  : 
"Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  Me? 

2  "  I  delivered  Thee,  when  bound. 

And  when  wounded  healed  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right. 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be. 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

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4  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  Love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  My  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done; 
Partner  of  My  throne  shalt  be ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  Me  ?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint. 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint : 
Yet  I  love  Thee  and  adore ; 

0  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more ! 

William  Coirper.  1779. 

4:23       Liebe,  die  Du  mich  zum  Bilde.     8,  7 f  7* 

1  Lord,  Thine  image  Thou  didst  lend  me, 

In  Thy  never-fading  Love; 
When  I  fell,  yet  Thou  didst  send  me 

Full  Redemption  from  above. 
Sacred  Love,  I  long  to  be 
Thine  to  all  eternity  ! 

2  Love,  who  hast  for  me  endured 

All  the  pains  of  death  and  hell ; 
Love,  whose  sufferings  have  procured 

More  for  me  than  tongue  can  tell ; 
Love  almighty  and  divine, 

1  would  be  forever  Thine ! 

3  Love,  my  Life  and  my  Salvation, 

Light  and  Truth,  eternal  Word! 
Thou»alone  dost  consolation 

To  my  sinking  soul  afford. 
Sacred  Love,  I  long  to  be 
Thine  to  all  eternity ! 

4  Love,  who  will  hereafter  raise  me 

From  the  grave  and  bed  of  dust; 
Love,  whose  final  zeal  arrays  me 
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LOVE    TO    GOD   AND    CHRIST. 

"With  a  garland  'mid  the  just; 
Love  almighty  and  divine, 
May  I  be  forever  Thine  ! 

John  Christian  Jacobi.  1722.  a. 
Tr,  Angelm  Silesius.  1657. 

424  Z.3I.6L 

0  Jesu  Christ,  mein  schonstes  Licht. 

1  Jesus,  Thy  boundless  Love  to  me 

No  thought  can  reaeh,  no  tongue  declare ; 
Unite  my  thankful  heart  to  Thee, 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 
Thine  wholly,  Thine  alone  I  am; 
Be  Thou  alone  my  constant  flame. 

2  0  Love,  how  cheering  is  Thy  ray ! 

All  pain  before  Thy  presence  flies ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away, 

Where'er  Thy  healing  beams  arise  : 
0  Jesus,  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire  or  seek  but  Thee ! 

3  Unwearied,  may  I  this  pursue. 

Dauntless  to  the  high  prize  aspire; 
Hourly  within  my  soul  renew 

This  holy  flame,  this  heavenly  fire; 
And  day  and  night  be  all  my  care 
To  guard  this  sacred  treasure  there ! 
John  Wesley.  1739.  a. 
Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.  ah,  1650. 

425  Continued.  X.  31,  6 1. 
1  0  DRAW  me.  Savior,  after  Thee ! 

So  shall  I  run  and  never  tire. 
With  gracious  words  still  comfort  me; 

Be  Thou  my  Hope,  my  sole  Desire. 
Free  me  from  every  weight :  nor  fear 
Nor  sin  can  come,  if  Thou  art  here. 

301 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  From  all  eternity,  -with  Love 

Unchangeable  Thou  hast  me  viewed. 
Ere  knew  this  beating  heart  to  move, 

Thy  tender  mercies  me  pursued. 
Ever  with  me  may  they  abide, 
And  close  me  in  on  every  side. 

3  Still  let  Thy  Love  point  out  my  way; 

How  wondrous  things  Thy  Love  hath  wrought ! 
Situ  lead  me,  lest  I  go  astray; 

Direct  my  work,  inspire  my  thought; 
And  if  I  fall,  soon  may  I  hear 
Thy  voice,  and  know  that  Love  is  near. 

4  In  suffering  be  Thy  Love  my  peace, 

In  weakness  be  Thy  Love  my  power; 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 

Jesus,  in  that  important  hour. 
In  death  as  life  be  Thou  my  Guide, 
And  save  me,  who  for  me  hast  died ! 
John   Wesley.  1739. 
Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.  ah.  1650. 

420  Ich  2vill  Dich  liehen.     X.  31,  6  L 

1  Thee  will  I  love,  my  Strength,  my  Tower, 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy,  my  Crown ; 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  power. 

In  all  my  works,  and  Thee  alone : 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  fire 
Till  my  whole  soul  with  chaste  desire. 

2  I  thank  Thee,  uncreated  Sun, 

That  Thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  shined; 
I  thank  Thee,  who  hast  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  healed  mj  wounded  mind ; 
I  thank  Thee,  whose  enlivening  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  Thee  rejoice. 

3  Uphold  me  in  the  doubtful  race. 

Nor  suffer  me  again  to  stray; 
Strengthen  my  feet,  with  steady  pace 
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Still  to  press  fonvard  in  Thy  way ; 

(That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might. 
In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

4  Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy,  my  Crown ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God ! 
Thee  will  I  love,  beneath  Thy  frown 
Or  smile.  Thy  sceptre  or  Thy  rod. 
What  though  my  flesh  and  heart  decay  ? 
Thee  shall  I  love  in  endless  day. 

John  Weslei/.  1739. 

Tr.  Angelas  Sile-siiis.  1657. 

427  L.3I,6l. 

1  Thou  hidden  Love  of  God,  whose  height. 

Whose  depth  unfathomed  no  man  knows  : 
I  see  from  far  Thy  beauteous  light; 

Inly  I  sigh  for  Thy  repose. 
My  heart  is  pained,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  finds  rest  in  Thee. 

2  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That  strives  with  Thee  my  heart  to  share  ? 
Ah  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  Lord  of  every  motion  there ; 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repose  in  Thee. 

3  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 

My  heart,  that  lowly  waits  Thy  call; 
Speak  to  mv  inmost  soul,  and  sav, 

I  am  Thy  Love,  Thy  God,  Thy  All ! 
To  feel  Thy  power,  to  hear  Thy  voice, 
To  taste  Thy  Love,  be  all  my  choice. 

John   Weslei/.  1736. 
From  the  German. 
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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

4:28  78. 

1  Object  of  my  first  desire, 

Jesus,  crucified  for  me, 
I  to  happiness  aspire, 

Only  to  be  found  in  Thee. 
Thee  to  praise,  and  Thee  to  know. 
Constitute  our  bliss  below; 
Thee  to  see,  and  Thee  to  love. 
Constitute  our  bliss  above. 

2  Lord,  it  is  not  life  to  live, 

If  Thy  presence  Thou  deny; 
Lord,  if  Thou  Thy  presence  give, 

'Tis  no  longer  death  to  die ! 
Source  and  Giver  of  repose, 
Singly  from  Thy  smile  it  flows ; 
Peace  and  happiness  are  Thine ; 
Mine  they  are,  if  Thou  art  mine. 

3  Whilst  I  see  Thy  Love  to  me, 

Every  object  teems  with  joy; 
Here,  0  may  I  walk  with  Thee, 

Then  into  Thy  presence  die. 
Let  me  but  Thyself  possess, 
Total  sum  of  happiness  ! 
Ileal  bliss  I  then  shall  prove, 
Heaven  below,  and  heaven  above. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady.  1777.  ct. 

429  ar,M, 

1  0  LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  Thee  ? 
I  long,  t  thirst,  I  yearn  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  Love, 

The  Love  of  Christ  to  me.  > 

2  Stronger  His  Love  than  death  or  hell; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
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Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mysterj', 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

8  God  only  knows  the  Love  of  God ; 
0  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine ; 
This  onl}'  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

4  0  that  I  could  forever  sit 

With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  : 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  J03%  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 
To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

C.   Wesley.  1749.  a. 

o  a  31. 

1  My  God,  my  Portion,  and  my  Love, 

My  everlasting  All ! 
I've  none  but  Thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  In  vain  the  bright  meridian  sun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 
Thy  brighter  beams  create  my  noon  ; 
If  Thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

3  To  Thee  I  owe  my  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  safe  abode. 
Thanks  to  Thy  Name  for  meaner  things ; 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

4  If  I  possessed  the  spacious  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own  ; 
Without  Thy  graces  and  Thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

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5  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 
And  grasp  in  all  the  shore ; 
Grant  me  to  see  Thy  blissful  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more.       [  Watts.  1709.  a. 

431  a  31. 

1  My  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  Life  of  my  delights, 
The  Glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  Comfort  of  my  nights  ! 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  He  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  bright  Morning-Star, 
And  He  my  rising  Sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss. 
When  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine. 
And  whispers,  I  am  His. 

4  My  soul  would  leaTe  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Run  up  Avith  joj"  the  shining  way. 
To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe; 
The  wings  of  !ove  and  arms  of  faith 
Would  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

Watts.  1709.  o. 

432  0  Deus,  ego  amo  Te.  C,  M, 

1  My  God,  I  love  Thee;  not  because 

I  hppe  for  heaven  thereby: 
Nor  because  they  who  love  Thee  not 
Must  burn  eternally. 

2  Thou,  0  my  Jesus  !  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  Cross  embrace  ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear. 
And  manifold  disgrace; 
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3  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless, 

And  sweat  of  agony; 
Even  death  itself — and  all  for  one 
Who  was  Thine  enemy. 

4  Then  why,  0  blessed  Jesus  Christ ! 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well  ? 
Not  for  sake  of  winning  heaven, 
Or  of  escaping  hell; 

5  Xot  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught; 

Not  seeking  a  reward ; 
But  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 
0  ever  loving  Lord  ! 

6  E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  will  love, 

And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

Edicard  Casirall.  ISiS. 

Tr.  Francis  Xavier.  d.  1552. 


TRUST. 

433  a  M, 

1  0  FOR  a  Faith  that  will  not  shrink. 

Though  prest  by  many  a  foe  ; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  poverty  or  woe; 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod  : 
But  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain 
Can  lean  upon  its  God. 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear. 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt : 

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4  That  bears  unmoved  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile  ; 
That  sin's  wild  ocean  cannot  drown, 
Nor  Satan's  arts  beguile : 

5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up'a  dying  bed. 

6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste  even  here  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 

William  Hlley  Bathurst.  1830.  a. 

434:  PSALM  62.  L,  31, 

1  Mr  spirit  looks  to  God  alone : 

My  rock  and  refuge  is  His  throne: 
In  all  my  fears,  ia  all  my  straits. 
My  soul  on  His  salvation  waits. 

2  Trust  Him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  His  face  : 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-sufficient  Aid. 

3  Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trust. 
Nor  set  your  heart  on  glittering  dust. 
Why  will  you  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke, 
And  not  Ijelieve  what  God  hath  spoke  ? 

4  Once  has  His  awful  voice  declared, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard : 
^'All  power  is  His  eternal  due; 

He  must  be  feared  and  trusted  too." 

5  For  sovereign  power  reigns  not  alone; 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord ! 
Shall  well  divide  our  last  reward. 

Watt8.  1719. 
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TRUST — IN    GENERAL. 

435  PSALM  71.  C.  JX. 

1  Mr  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 

When  I  begin  Thy  praise. 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  Thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  Trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
And  since  I  knew  Thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  Thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  Thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

4  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  Victories  of  ray  King  ? 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell. 
Shall  Thy  salvation  sing. 

5  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers ; 

With  this  delightful  song 

I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours. 

Nor  think  the  season  long. 

Watts.  1719. 

43G  PSALM  73.  C.  31. 

1  Gon,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope, 

My  Help  forever  near  ! 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  holds  me  up. 
And  saves  me  from  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord  !  shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  wilderness  ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  Thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

3  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke. 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  Strength  of  every  saint. 

309 


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4  Behold,  the  sinners,  that  remove 
Far  from  Thy  presence,  die  ; 
Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love 
Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 
6  But  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God ! 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ. 
My  tongue  shall  sound  Thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy.   Watts.  1719. a. 

4S/  CM. 

1  Author  of  good !  To  Thee  we  turn  : 

Thine  ever-wakeful  eye  ' 

Alone  can  all  our  wants  discern, 
Thy  hand  alone  supph'. 

2  0  let  Thy  love  within  us  dwell, 

Th}'  fear  our  footseps  guide  \ 
That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel, 
That  fear  all  fears  beside. 

3  And  since,  bj-^  passion's  force  subdued, 

Too  oft,  with  stubborn  will, 

We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good, 

And  grasp  the  specious  ill : 

4  Not  what  we  wish,  but  what  we  want. 

Let  mercy  still  supply  : 
The  good,  unasked,  let  merey  grant. 
The  ill,  though  asked,  deny. 

James  Merrick,  d.  1769. 

^38  a  M, 

1  Father,  to  Thee  my  soul  I  lift; 

My  soul  on  Thee  depends, 
Convinacd  that  ever3'  perfect  gift 
From  Thee  alone  descends. 

2  Mercy  and  grace  are  Thine  alone, 

And  power  and  wisdom  too  ; 
Without  the  Spirit  of  Thy  Son 
We  nothing  good  can  do. 
310 


3  Thou  all  our  works  in  us  hast  wrought. 

Our  good  is  all  divine ; 
The  praise  of  every  virtuous  thought 
Or  righteous  work  is  Thine. 

4  From  Thee,  through  Jesus,  we  receive 

The  power  on  Thee  to  call, 
In  whom  we  are,  and  move  and  live : 
Our  God  is  all  in  all. 

C.  Wesley.  1749. 

439  L.  JI, 

1  Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears, 

A  world  of  cares,  and  toils,  and  tears, 
Where  foes  alarm,  and  dangers  threat, 
And  pleasures  kill,  and  glories  cheat : 

2  Send  down,  0  Lord !  a  heavenly  ray, 
To  guide  me  in  the  doubtful  way ; 
And  o'er  me  hold  Thy  shield  of  power, 
To  guard  me  in  the  dangerous  hour. 

3  Teach  me  the  flattering  paths  to  shun, 
In  which  the  thoughtless  many  run, 
"Who  for  a  shade  the  substance  miss, 
And  grasp  their  ruin  in  their  bliss. 

4  May  never  pleasure,  wealth,  or  pride. 
Allure  my  wandering  soul  aside ; 
But  through  this  maze  of  mortal  ill. 
Safe  lead  me  to  Thy  heavenly-  hill. 

5  There  glories  shine,  and  pleasures  roll. 
That  charm,  delight,  transport  the  soul; 
And  every  panting  wish  shall  be 
Possest  of  boundless  bliss  in  Thee. 

Henri/  Moore.  1806. 

440  a  31, 

1  Father  of  lights,  Thy  needful  aid  i 

To  us  that  ask  impart; 
Mistrustful  of  ourselves,  afraid 
Of  our  own  treacherous  heart. 

311 


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2  O'erwhelmed  with  justest  fear,  again 

To  Thee  for  help  we  call : 
Where  many  mightier  have  been  slain. 
By  Thee  unsaved,  we  fall. 

3  In  spite  of  our  resolves,  we  fear 

Our  own  infirmity ; 
And  tremble  at  the  trial  near, 
And  cry,  0  God,  to  Thee  ! 

4  Our  only  Help  in  danger's  hour, 

Our  only  Strength  Thou  art ; 
Above  the  world  and  Satan's  power, 
And  greater  than  our  heart. 

5  Us  from  ourselves  thou  canst  secure 

In  nature's  slippery  ways  ; 
And  make  our  feeble  footsteps  sure 
By  Thy  sufficient  grace. 

6  If  on  Thy  promised  grace  alone 

We  faithfully  depend, 
Thou  surely  wilt  preserve  Thine  own, 
And  keep  us  to  the  end. 

C.  Wesley.  1767.  a. 

4:41  8,7. 

1  Guide  me,  0  Thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand; 

Bread  of  heaven. 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more  ! 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  Thou  still  my  Strength  and  Shield  ! 
312 


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3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 
Death  of  death  and  hell's  Destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

WiUlam  Williams.  1774.  a. 

4:4:2  a   M. 

1  0  HELP  us,  Lord!  each  hour  of  need 

Thy  heavenly  succor  give  : 
Help  IIS  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live  ! 

2  0  help  US,  when  our  spirits  bleed. 

With  contrite  anguish  sore ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
0  help  us.  Lord,  the  more ! 

3  0  help  us,  through  the  prayer  of  faith. 

More  firmly  to  believe  ! 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

4  0  help  us,  Jesus,  from  on  high  ! 

We  know  no  help  but  Thee : 
0  help  us  so  to  live  and  die 
As  Thine  in  heaven  to  be ! 

ffcnr)/  Hart  Milman.  1827. 

443  a  31, 

1  0  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  Thy  will, 
And  make  Thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  Thy  command. 

Whose  Love  forbids  my  fears? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  Hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 
20  313 


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3  No  !  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  Thee, 

"Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

Nor  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

William  Coicper.  1779. 

4:4:4:  Meini  Jesu^  wie  Du  loillt.  Os» 

1  Mr  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

0  may  Thy  will  be  mine  ! 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

1  would  my  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow  or  through  joy 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 
My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

2  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  Thy  people's  bread, 

Their  portion  rich  and  sure. 
The  manna  of  Thy  Word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon  ; 
And  if  all  else  should  fail. 

My  Lord,  Thy  Will  be  done ! 

3  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear  : 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 
314 


TRUST. 

4  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

When  death  itself  draws  nigh, 
To  Thy  dear  wounded  side 

I  would  for  refuge  fly. 
Leaning  on  Thee,  to  go 

"Where  Thou  before  hast  gone  : 
The  rest  as  Thou  shalt  please : 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

5  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

All  shall  be  well  for  me  : 
Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee. 
Thus  to  my  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing,  in  life  or  death. 

My  L^Vrd,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

H.  L.  L.,  1853. 

Tr.  Benjamin  Schmolk. 

4:4:5  Wer  Gott  vertraut.      Iambic  8,  7< 

1  Who  puts  his  trust  in  God  most  just 

Hath  built  his  house  securely; 
He  who  relies  on  Jesus  Christ, 

Heaven  shall  be  his  most  surely. 
Then  fixed  on  Thee  my  trust  shall  be, 

Whose  truth  can  never  alter; 
While  mine  Thou  art,  not  death's  worst  smart 

Shall  make  my  courage  falter. 

2  Though  fiercest  foes  my  course  oppose, 

A  dauntless  front  Til  show  them : 
My  champion  Thou,  Lord  Christ,  art  now, 

AVho  soon  shalt  overthrow  them ! 
And  if  but  Thee  I  have  in  me 

With  Thy  good  gifts  and  Spirit, 
iSOT  death  nor  hell,  I  know  full  well, 

Shalt  hurt  me,  through  Thy  merit. 

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3  I  rest  me  here  without  a  fear; 
By  Thee  shall  all  be  given 
That  I  can  need,  0  faithful  God, 

For  this  life  or  for  heaven. 
0  make  me  true,  my  heart  renew, 

My  soul  and  flesh  deliver  ! 
Lord,  hear  my  prayer,  and  in  Thy  care 
Keep  me  in  peace  forever. 

Miss    Winkworth.  1858.  a. 

Tr.  Joachim  Machjehurg.  d.  1560. 

4:4:0         Was  von  aussen  und  von  innen.  '^s* 

1  Lord,  Thou  art  my  Rock  of  strength, 

And  my  home  is  in  Thy  arms. 
Thou  wilt  send  me  help  at  length. 

And  I  feel  no  wild  alarms. 
Sin  nor  death  can  pierce  the  shield 

Thy  defence  has  o'er  me  thrown  : 
Up  to  Thee  myself  I  yield, 

And  my  sorrows  are- Thine  own. 

2  On  Thee,  0  my  God,  I  rest. 

Letting  life  float  calmly  on ; 
For  I  know  the  last  is  best, 

When  the  crown  of  joy  is  won. 
In  Thy  might  all  things  I  bear. 

In  Thy  Love  find  bitter  sweet, 
And  with  all  my  grief  and  care 

Sit  in  patience  at  Thy  feet. 

3  Let  Thy  mercy's  wings  be  spi-ead 

O'er  me;  keep  me  close  to  Thee  ; 
In  thQ  peace  Thy  Love  doth  shed. 

Let  me  dwell  eternally. 
Be  my  All :  in  all  I  do 

Let  me  only  seek  Thy  will. 
Where  the  heart  to  Thee  is  true. 
All  is  peaceful,  calm  and  still. 
Miss  Winkworth.  1855. 
316  Tr.  August  Herman  Francke.  d.  1727. 


Isf  Gott  fur  mich,  so  trete.  ^^  0, 

1  Ik  God  Himself  be  for  me, 

I  may  a  host  defy; 
For  when  I  pray,  before  me 

My  foes  confounded  fly. 
If  Christ,  the  Head,  befriend  me, 

If  God  be  my  support, 
The  mischief  they  intend  me 

Shall  quickly  come  to  naught. 

2  I  build  on  this  foundation, 

That  Jesus  and  His  Blood 
Alone  are  my  salvation. 

The  true  eternal  good: 
Without  Him,  all  that  pleases 

Is  valueless  on  earth: 
The  gifts  I  owe  to  Jesus 

Alone  my  love  are  worth. 

3  His  Holy  Spirit  dwelleth 

Within  my  willing  heart, 
Tames  it  when  it  rebelleth, 

And  soothes  the  keenest  smart. 
He  crowns  His  work  with  blessing, 

And  helpeth  me  to  cry 
"  My  Father  !"  without  ceasing 

To  Him  who  reigns  on  high. 

4  To  mine  His  Spirit  speaketh 

Sweet  words  of  soothing  power, 
How  God  to  him  that  seeketh 
For  rest,  hath  rest  in  store. 
How  God  Himself  prepareth 

My  heritage  and  lot, 
And  though  my  body  weareth, 
My  heaven  shall  fail  me  not. 
Unknoicn.  1859. 
Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.  1664. 
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4:48  Continued.  S,  31. 

1  Here  I  can  firmly  rest; 
I  dare  to  boast  of  this, 

That  God,  the  Highest  and  the  Best, 
My  Friend  and  Father  is. 

2  From  dangerous  snares  He  saves : 
Where'er  He  bids  me  go 

He  checks  the  storms  and  calms  the  waves, 
Nor  lets  aught  work  me  woe. 

3  At  cost  of  all  I  have. 
At  cost  of  life  and  limb, 

I  cling  to  God,  who  yet  shall  save ; 
I  will  not  turn  from  Him. 

4  The  world  may  fail  and  flee ; 
Thou,  God,  my  Father  art ! 

Not  fire,  nor  sword,  nor  plague,  from  Thee 
My  trusting  soul  shall  part. 

5  No  joys  that  angels  know; 

No  throne  or  wide-spread  fame, 
No  love  or  loss,  no  fear  or  woe, 
No  grief  of  heart  or  shame — 

6  Man  cannot  aught  conceive. 
Of  pleasure  or  of  harm. 

That  e'er  shall  tempt  my  soul  to  leave 
Her  refuge  in  Thine  arm. 

Miss  Winkworth.  1855.  a. 
Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.  1664. 

449  a  31. 

1  I  KNOW  Thy  thoughts  are  peace  toward  me ; 

Safe  am  I  in  Thy  hands ; 
Firmly  I  build  my  hope  on  Thee, 
For  sure  Thy  counsel  stands  ! 

2  Whate'er  Thy  A\^ord  hath  promised,  all 

Wilt  Thou  full  surely  give ; 
Wherefore  from  Thee  I  will  not  fall; 
318       Thy  AVord  doth  make  me  live. 


3  Though  mountains  crumble  into  dust, 

Thy  covenant  standeth  fast ; 

Who  follows  Thee  in  pious  trust 

Shall  reach  the  goal  at  last. 

4  Though  strange  and  winding  seems  the  way. 

While  yet  on  earth  I  dwell, 
In  heaven  my  heart  shall  gladly  say, 
Thou,  God,  dost  all  things  well ! 

Miss  Winkicorth.  1855.  a. 
Tr. Brewes.  1797. 

450  L,  M, 

1  God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 

Through  various  deaths  my  soul  hath  led; 
Or  turned  aside  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  sinking  head: 

2  In  all  my  ways  Thy  hand  I  own, 

Thy  ruling  Providence  I  see  : 
Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  Thee. 

3  Whither,  0  whither  should  I  fly, 

But  to  my  loving  Savior's  breast  ? 
Secure  within  Thine  arms  to  lie. 

And  safe  beneath  Thy  wings  to  rest ! 

4  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 

But  Thou,  0  Christ,  my  wisdom  art ! 
I  ever  into  ruin  run ; 

But  Thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind. 

Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known ; 

Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, 

The  heaven  of  loving  Thee  alone. 

6  Enlarge  my  heart  to  make  Thee  room ; 

Enter,  and  in  me  ever  stay  : 
The  crooked  then  shall  straight  become ; 
The  darkness  shall  be  lost  in  day. 

C.  Wesley.  1740. 
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4:51  PSALM  31.  S.  M. 

1  My  spirit  on  Thy  care, 
Blest  Savior,  I  recline  : 

Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 
For  Thou  art  Love  divine. 

2  In  Thee  I  place  my  trust, 
On  Thee  I  calmly  rest : 

I  know  Thee  good,  I  know  Thee  just. 
And  count  Thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'er  events  betide, 
Thy  will  they  all  perform ; 

Safe  in  Thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall. 

It  must  be  good  for  me  ; 
Secure  of  having  Thee  in  all. 
Of  having  all  in  Thee. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte.  1834. 

452     ■  PSALM  121.  M.  M, 

1  Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  : 

From  Grod  is  all  my  aid; 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made. 
God  is  the  Tower  I     His  grace  is  nigh 

To  which  I  flj';  |     In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares. 
Since  God,  my  Guard  and  Guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Those  wakeful  eyes        I     Shall  Israel  keep 
That  never  sleep  |    When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away. 
If  God  be  with  me  there. 
320 


TRUST    IX    GOD    ANT)    PROVIDENCE. 

Thou  art  my  Sun,  I    To  guard  my  head 

And  Thou  my  Shade,    |    By  night  or  noon. 
4  Hast  Thou  not  given  Thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  m^-^  mortal  breath. 
I'll  go  and  come,  I     Till  from  on  high 

Xor  fear  to  die,  |    Thou  call  me  home. 

Waits.  1719. 

J5  7i 

1  Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise! 

All  my  times  are  in  Thy  hand. 
All  events  at  Thy  command. 

2  Thou  didst  form  me  in  the  womb; 
Thou  wilt  guide  me  to  the  tomb : 
All  my  times  shall  ever  be 
Ordered  by  Thy  wise  decree. 

3  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health ; 
Times  of  penury  and  wealth  ; 
Times  of  trial  and  of  grief,- 
Times  of  triumph  and  relief: 

4  Times  the  tempters  power  to  prove, 
Times  to  taste  a  Saviox-'s  Love  : 
All  must  come,  endure,  and  end. 

As  shall  please  my  heavenly  Friend. 

5  0  Thou  gracious,  wise,  and  just ! 
Unto  Thee  my  life  I  trust ; 
Know  that  Thou  art  God  alone ; 
I  and  mine  are  all  Thine  own. 

6  Thee  at  all  times  will  I  bless  : 
Having  Thee,  I  all  possess. 
How  can  I  bereaved  be. 

Since  I  cannot  part  with  Thee? 

John  liyland,  1777.  a. 
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THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

4=54:  7, 6, 

1  In  holy  contemplation 

We  sweetly  now  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation. 

And  find  it  ever  new. 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

2  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  He  will  bear  us  through ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing 

Will  clothe  His  people  too. 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens 

No  creature  but  is  fed; 
And  He  who  feeds  the  ravens 

Will  give  His  children  bread. 

3  Though  vine  nor  fig  tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear ; 
Though  all  the  field  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there : 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice; 
For  while  in  Him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

William  Cotcper.  1779.  a. 

455  L.  31.  0  I. 

Wer  nur  den  lieben  Gott  I'dsst  walten. 
1  My  Go*d,  I  leave  to  Thee  my  ways ; 
I  hope  in  Thee  whate'er  betide. 
To  find  Thee  in  the  evil  days 

My  all-sufficient  Strength  and  Guide; 
Who  trusts  in  God's  unchanging  Love 
Builds  on  the  Rock  that  nought  can  move. 
322 


TRtrST    IN    GOD    AND    PROVIDENCE. 

I  What  can  our  anxious  cares  avail, 
Our  never-ceasing  moans  and  sighs  ? 
What  can  it  help  us  to  bewail 

Each  painful  moment  as  it  flies  ? 
Our  cross  and  trials  do  but  press 
The  heavier  for  our  bitterness. 

5  Help  me  my  restless  heart  to  still, 
And  wait  in  cheerful  hope,  content 
To  take  whate'er  Thy  gracious  Will, 

Thy  all-discerning  Love,  hath  sent  ; 
Nor  doubt  my  inmost  wants  are  known 
To  Him  who  chose  me  for  His  own. 

4  Thou  know'st  when  joyful  hours  are  best. 

And  send'st  them  as  Thou  seest  it  meet: 
When  I  have  borne  the  fiery  test, 

And  am  made  free  from  all  deceit. 
Thou  comest  to  me  all  unaware. 
And  makest  me  own  Thy  loving  care. 

5  Help  me  to  swerve  not  from  Thy  ways, 

But  do  my  own  part  faithfully. 
And  trust  Thy  promises  of  grace. 

That  they  may  be  fulfilled  in  me. 
Thou  never  wilt  forsake  at  need 
The  soul  that  trusts  in  Thee  indeed. 

From  Miss  Winkworth.  1S55. 
Tr.  George  Neumarck.  1653. 

450  S,  31. 

1  Away,  my  needless  fears. 
And  doubts  no  longer  mine  ! 

A  ray  of  heavenly  light  appears, 
A  messenger  divine. 

2  Thrice  comfortable  hope, 
That  calms  my  stormy  breast  ; 

My  Father's  hand  prepares  the  cup. 
And  what  He  wills  is  best. 

323 


THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

3  He  knows  whate'er  I  want ; 
He  sees  my  helplessness, 

And  always  readier  is  to  grant 
Than  I  to  ask  His  grace. 

4  My  feeble  heart  He  reads, 
Secures  my  soul  from  harms, 

And  underneath  His  mercy  spreads    • 
Its  everlasting  arms. 

5  Here  is  firm  footing ;  here, 
My  soul,  is  solid  rock, 

To  break  the  waves  of  grief  and  fear, 
And  trouble's  rudest  shock  : 

6  This  only  can  sustain 

When  earth  and  heaven  remove  : 
0  turn  thee  to  thj  Rest  again. 
Thy  God's  eternal  Love  ! 

a  Weslei/.  1749. 

d57  Befielil  du  deine  Wege.  S,  31. 

1  Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 
And  ways  into  His  hands, 

To  His  sure  Truth  and  tender  care. 

Who  earth  and  heaven  commands  : 
Who  points  the  clouds  their  course. 
Whom  winds  and  seas  obey. 

He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet. 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

2  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 
Sasafe  shalt  thou  go  on  ; 

Fix  on  His  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 
No  profit  canst  thou  gain 
By  self-consuming  care; 
To  Him  commend  thy  cause  ;  His  ear 
Attends  the  softest  prayer. 
324 


TRUST   IX    GOD    AXD    PROVIDENCE. 

3  Thy  everlasting  Truth, 
Father,  Thy  ceaseless  Love, 

Sees  all  Thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 
What  best  for  each  will  prove. 
And  whatsoe'er  Thou  will'st. 
Thou  dost,  0  King  of  kings ! 

What  Thy  unerring  Wisdom  chose. 
Thy  Power  to  being  brings. 

4  Thou  evei-y  where  hast  way. 
And  all  things  serve  Thy  might ; 

Thy  every  act  pure  blessing  is. 
Thy  path  unsullied  light. 
When  Thou  arisest,  Lord, 
What  shall  Thy  work  withstand  ? 
When  all  Thy  children  want  Thou  giv'st. 
Who,  who  shall  stay  Thy  hand  ? 
John  Wesley.  1739. 
Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.  1659, 

4:58  Continued.  S.  M, 

1  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed  ; 

God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

Through  waves  and  clouds  and  storms 

He  gently  clears  thy  way  : 
Wait  Thou  His  time,  so  shall  this  night 

Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 
Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 

Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart. 

And  every  care  be  gone. 

What  though  thou  rulest  not  ? 

Yet  heaven  and  earth  and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well ! 

325 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3  Leave  to  His  sovereign  sway- 
To  choose  and  to  command  : 

So  shalt  thou  wondering  own,  His  way 

How  wise,  how  strong  His  hand ! 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear. 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought 

That  caused  thy  needless  fear.     • 

4  Thou  seest  our  weakness,  Lord, 
Our  hearts  are  known  to  Thee  ; 

0  lift  Thou  up  the  sinking  hand, 
Confirm  the  feeble  knee ! 
Let  us  in  life,  in  death, 
Thy  steadfast  Truth  declare. 
And  publish  with  our  latest  breath 
Thy  Love  and  guardian  care  ! 

John  Wesley.   1739. 

Tr.  Paul  Gerhardt.  1659. 

^^?  ^  a  r,  M. 

1  From:  whence  this  fear  and  unbelief? 
Hath  not  the  Father  put  to  grief 

His  spotless  Son  for  me? 
And  will  the  righteous  Judge  of  men 
Condemn  me  for  that  debt  of  sin 

Which,  Lord,  was  charged  on  Thee  ? 

2  Complete  Atonement  Thou  hast  made, 
And  to  the  utmost  farthing  paid 

Whate'er  Thy  people  owed  : 
Nor  can  His  wrath  on  me  take  place, 
If  sheltered  in  Thy  Righteousness, 

And  sprinkled  with  Thy  Blood. 

3  Turn  t*hen,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest ; 
The  merits  of  thy  great  High  Priest 

Have  bought  thy  liberty  : 
Trust  in  His  efficacious  Blood, 
Nor  fear  thy  banishment  from  God, 
Since  Jesus  died  for  thee. 
326  Augustus  M.  Toplady.  1777. 


TRUST   IN    CHRIST    AND    REDEMPTION. 

4:G0  Jesu,  Deine  lief  en  Wunden.  '4's, 

1  Lord,  Thy  Death  and  Passion  give 
Strength  and  comfort  at  my  need. 
Every  hour  while  here  I  live 

On  Thy  Love  my  soul  shall  feed. 
Thon  didst  once  for  me  endure, 
And  I  fl}^  all  thoughts  impure ; 
Thinking  on  Thy  bitter  pains. 
Hushed  in  prayer  my  heart  remains. 

2  Yes,  Thy  Cross  hath  power  to  heal 

All  the  wounds  of  sin  and  strife. 
Lost  in  Thee,  my  heart  doth  feel 

Sudden  warmth  and  nobler  life. 
In  my  saddest,  darkest  grief. 
Let  Thy  sweetness  bring  relief, 
Thou  who  camest  but  to  save, 
Thou  who  fearest  not  the  grave ! 

3  Lord,  in  Thee  I  place  my  trust. 

Thou  art  my  Defence  and  Tower  ; 
Death  Thou  treadest  in  the  dust, 

O'er  my  soul  he  hath  no  power. 
That  I  may  have  part  in  Thee, 
Help  and  save  and  comfort  me : 
Give  me  of  Thy  grace  and  might. 
Resurrection,  life,  and  light ! 

4  Fount  of  good,  within  me  dwell ! 
For  the  peace  Thy  presence  sheds 
Keeps  us  safe  in  conflict  fell. 

Charms  the  pain  from  dying  beds. 
Hide  me  safe  within  Thine  arm, 
Where  no  foe  can  hurt  or  harm  ; 
Whoso,  Lord,  in  Thee  doth  rest. 
He  hath  conquered,  he  is  blest. 

Miss  Winkworth.  IS 55. 
Tr.  John  Heerman.  1644. 

327 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

4:61  6, 4. 

1  My  faith  looks  vip  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Savior  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
0  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  Thine. 

2  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart. 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
0  may  my  love  to  Thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread. 
And  griefs  around  me  spread. 

Be  Thou  my  Guide; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day. 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream. 
When  death's  cold  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Savior,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove; 
0  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul. 

Ray  Palmer.  1830. 

402  S.  M. 

1         Jests,  my  Truth,  my  Way. 
My  sure  unerring  Light, 
On  Thee  my  feeble  soul  I  stay, 
AYhich  Thou  wilt  lead  aright. 
328 


TRUST  IN  CHRIST  AND  REDEMPTION. 

2  My  Wisdom  and  my  Guide, 
My  Counsellor  Thou  art  : 

0  let  me  never  leave  Thy  side, 
Xor  from  Thy  paths  depart. 

3  I  lift  mine  eyes  to  Thee, 
Thou  gracious  bleeding  Lamb, 

That  I  may  still  enlightened  be, 
And  never  put  to  shame. 

4  I  never  will  remove 

Out  of  Thy  hands  my  cause,       ,  ' 
But  rest  in  Thy  redeeming  Love, 
And  cling  unto  Thy  Cross. 

5  Teach  me  the  happy  art 
In  all  things  to  depend 

On  Thee  :  0  never,  Lord,  depart, 
But  love  me  to  the  end. 

a   Wcslct/.  1749.   a. 

463  S,  31. 

1  Thou  seest  ray  feebleness  ; 
Jesus,  be  Thou  mj'  Power, 

My  Help  and  Refuge  in  distress. 
My  Fortress  and  my  Tower. 

2  Give  me  to  trust  in  Thee; 
Be  Thou  my  sure  abode  : 

My  horn,  and  rock,  and  buckler  be, 
My  Savior  and  my  God. 

3  Myself  I  cannot  save, 
Myself  I  cannot  keep  ; 

But  strength  in  Thee  I  surel}^  have, 
Whose  eyelids  never  sleep. 

4  My  soul  to  Thee  alone 
Now  therefore  I  commend  : 

Thou,  Jesus,  having  loved  Thine  own, 
Wilt  love  me  to  the  end  ! 

a   \Vede>/.  1749. 
21  329 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

464.  L.  31, 

1  My  Hope,  my  All,  my  Savior  Thou ! 
To  Thee,  0  Lord,  my  soul  I  bow. 

I  seek  the  bliss  Thy  wounds  impart, 
I  long  to  find  Thee  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  Thou  my  Strength,  be  Thou  my  TVay, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day: 
In  all  my  acts  let  Wisdom  guide, 

And  keep  me.  Savior,  near  Thy  side. 

3  Cdrrect,  reprove,  and  comfort  me  j 
As  I  have  need,  my  Savior  be  : 
And  if  I  would  from  Thee  depart, 
Then  clasp  me,  Savior,  to  Thy  heai-t. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour. 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power j 
Tear  every  idol  from  Thy  Throne, 
And  reign,  my  Savior,  reign  alone. 

Unhioivn.  1802.  a. 

465  a  M, 

1  0  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  Thee, 

And  on  Thy  care  depend ; 

To  Thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 

My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  "When  all  created  streams  are  dried. 

Thy  fulness  is  the  same  ; 

May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 

And  glory  in  Thy  Name ! 

3  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  Thee ; 
I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound, 
"While  God  is  God  to  me. 

4  0  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith 

To  look  within  the  veil, 
To  credit  what  my  Savior  saith, 
"Whose  word  can  never  fail ! 
330 


TRrST  IN  CHRIST  AXD  REDEMPTION. 

5  He  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure, 
Will  here  all  good  provide  : 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor  ? 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

G  0  Lord.  I  cast  my  care  on  Thee ; 
I  triumph  and  adore  : 
Ilenccforth  ray  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  Thee  more. 

John  Eyland.  1777. 

Ach  Gott,  verlasz  mich  nicht.         6,  7 

1  Forsake  me  not,  my  God, 

Thou  God  of  my  salvation ! 
Give  me  Thy  light,  to  be 

3Iy  sure  illumination. 
Ilj  soul  to  folly  turns, 

Seeking  she  knows  not  what : 
0  lead  her  to  Thyself; 

My  God,  forsake  me  not ! 

2  Forsake  me  not,  my  God  ! 

Take  not  Thy  Spirit  from  me. 
And  suflFcr  not  the  might 

Of  sin  to  overcome  me. 
A  father  pitieth 

The  children  he  begot; 
My  Father,  pity  me  ! 

My  God,  forsake  me  not ! 

3  Forsake  me  not,  my  God, 

Thou  God  of  life  and  power ! 
Enliven,  strengthen  me, 

In  every  evil  hour  ; 
And  when  the  sinful  fire 

Within  my  heart  is  hot, 
Be  not  Thou  far  from  me : 

My  God,  forsake  me  not ! 

331 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

4  Forsake  me  not,  mj  God  ! 

Uphold  me  in  my  going, 
That  evermore  I  may 

Please  Thee  in  all  well-doing  ; 
And  that  Thy  will,  0  Lord, 

May  never  be  forgot 
In  all  my  works  and  ways  : 

My  God,  forsake  me  not! 

5  Forsake  me  not,  my  God ! 

I  would  be  Thine  forever  : 
Confirm  me  mightily 

In  every  right  endeavor : 
And  when  my  hour  is  come, 

Cleansed  from  all  stain  and  spot 
Of  sin,  receive  my  soul  : 
My  God,  forsake  me  not ! 
Unknown.  1860. 
Tr.  Solomon  Franch.  d.  1725. 
4:G7      Trauemd  und  mit  bangem  Sehnen.  ^S. 

1  Truest  Friend,  who  canst  not  fail, 

Evermore  abide  with  me: 
Yrhen  the  woidd  would  most  assail, 

Then  Thj-  presence  let  me  see. 
"When  its  heaviest  thunders  roll, 
Shelter  Thou  my  trembling  soul ! 
Come,  and  in  my  spirit  rest; 
Help  me  do  what  seems  Thee  best. 

2  When  life's  day  hath  fleeted  by, 

When  the  night  of  death  is  near, 
When  in  vain  the  darkened  eye 

Seeks  some  stay,  some  helper  here : 
Then  Thy  followers'  prayer  fulfil. 
Then  abide  Thou  with  us  still : 
Till  Thou  give  us  heavenly  I'est, 
Stay,  0  stay,  Thou  noble  Guest ! 

Mi88_  Winkicorth.  1858.  a. 
Tr.  John  Neunherz.  ah.  1720. 
332 


TRUST  IX  CHRIST  A^D  REDEMPTION. 

46  S        0  treucr  Heiland  Jem  Christ.        CM, 

1  We  praise  and  bless  Thcc,  gracious  Lord, 

Our  Savior  kind  and  true, 
For  all  the  old  things  passed  away. 
For  all  Thou  hast  made  new. 

2  But  yet  how  much  must  be  destroyed, 

How  much  renewed  must  be, 

Ere  we  can  fully  stand  complete 

In  likeness,  Lord,  to  Thee  ! 

3  Thou,  only  Thou,  must  carry  on 

The  work  Thou  hast  begun  ; 
Of  Thine  own  strength  Thou  must  impart. 
In  Thine  own  ways  to  run. 

4  Ah,  leave  us  not !  from  day  to  day 

Revive,  restore  again ; 
Oar  feeble  steps  do  Thou  direct, 
Our  enemies  restrain. 

5  "Whate'er  would  tempt  the  soul  to  stray, 

Or  separate  from  Thee, 
That,  Lord,  remove,  however  dear 
To  our  poor  hearts  it  be  ! 

6  When  flesh  declines,  then  strengthen  Thou 

The  fpirit  from  above ; 
Make  us  to  feel  Thy  service  sweet, 
And  light  Thy  yoke  of  love. 

7  So  shall  we  faultless  stand  at  last 

Before  Thy  Father's  throne  ; 
The  blessedness  for  ever  ours, 
The  giorj'  all  Thine  own  ! 
If.  L.  i.  1853.  a. 
Tr.  Charles  John  Spitta.  ah.  1825. 

469  S,  M. 

1         Heirs  of  unending  life, 

"While  yet  we  sojourn  here, 
0  let  us  our  salvation  work 

With  tremblincr  and  with  fear.  333 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  'Tis  God  the  Spirit  leads 
In  paths  before  unknown  ; 

The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  His  own. 

3  Assisted  by  His  grace, 
We  still  pursue  our  way, 

And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

4  'Tis  He  that  works  to  will, 
'Tis  He  that  works  to  do; 

His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act ; 
His  be  the  glory  too  ! 

Henry  Ustic  Onderdonk.   1826. 
And  Benjamin  Beddome.  d.  1799.  ' 

470  S.  M, 

1  To  God  the  only  wise, 
Our  Savior  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  His  almighty  Love, 
His  counsel  and  His  care, 

Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death. 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls 
Unblemished  and  complete 

Before  the  glory  of  His  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  His  faithful  sons 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne. 

Shall  "bless  the  conduct  of  His  grace. 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer-God 
Wisdom  and  power  belongs. 

Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 
334  Watts.  1709.  a. 


FOLLOWING  CHRIST. 

FOLLOWING   CHRIST. 

4:tl  I'  M.  6  I. 

1  And  art  Thou,  gracious  Master,  gone^ 

A  mansion  to  prepare  for  me? 
Shall  I  behold  Thee  on  Thy  throne, 

And  there  forever  dwell  Avith  Thee  ? 
Then  let  the  world  approve  or  blame, 
I'll  triumph  in  Thy  glorious  Name. 

2  What  transport,  Lord,  shall  fill  my  heart. 

When  Thou  my  worthless  name  shalt  own  ! 
When  I  shall  see  Thee  as  Thou  art. 

And  know  as  I  myself  am  known  ! 
From  sin  and  fear  and  sorrow  free. 
My  soul  shall  find  its  Rest  in  Thee. 

Thomas  Kelly.  1804. 

172  8,  7. 

1  Jesus,  I  my  ci'oss  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee; 
Destitute,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  All  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
0,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me. 

While  Thy  Love  is  left  to  me ; 
0,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me. 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  Avith  Thee. 

3  Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 

335 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

What  a  Father's  smile  is  Thine ; 
What  a  Savior  died  to  win  Thee  : 

Child  of  heaven,  shouldst  thou  repine  ? 
4  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Swift  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte.  1833. 

4:73  L,  31. 

1  Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  Thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ! 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon : 
^Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  He, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No  ]  Tf  hen  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  Name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may. 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away. 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 


FOLLOWING  CHRIST. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Savior  shiin  ! 
And  0,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me ! 

Benjamin  Francis.  1787. 

Fi-^m  Joseph  Grif/f/.  d.  1768. 

4  L.  M.  6  L 

1  Redeemer,  whither  should  I  flee. 

Or  how  escape  the  wrath  to  come? 
The  weary  sinner  flies  to  Thee 

For  shelter  from  impending  doom : 
Smile  on  me,  gracious  Lord,  and  show 
Thyself  the  Friend  of  sinners  now  ! 

2  Beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  Cross 

My  heavy-laden  soul  finds  rest : 
Let  me  esteem  the  world  as  dross. 

So  I  may  be  of  Thee  possest ! 
I  borrow  every  joy  of  Thee, 
For  Thou  art  Life  and  Light  to  me. 

3  Close  to  my  Savior's  bloody  Tree 

My  soul,  nntired,  shall  ever  cleave ; 
Despised  and  crucified  with  Thee, 

With  Christ  resolved  to  die  and  live  : 
My  prayer,  my  grand  ambition  this. 
Living  and  dying,  to  be  His. 

Awjuatus  M.  Toplady.  1759. 

O  Jesii,  geh  voran.  5f  8» 

1     Jescs,  still  lead  on. 
Till  our  Rest  be  won  ! 
And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless. 
Guide  us  by  Thy  hand 
To  our  Fatherland ! 

337 


THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

2  If  the  way  be  drear, 
If  the  foe  be  near, 

Let  not  faithless  fears  o'ertake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us  ; 

For  through  many  a  foe 

To  our  home  we  go  ! 

3  "When  we  seek  relief 
From  a  long-felt  grief; 

When  temptations  come  alluring. 
Make  vts  patient  and  enduring : 

Show  us  that  bright  shore 

"Where  we  weep  no  more  ! 

4  Jesus,  still  lead  on. 
Till  our  Rest  be  won  ; 

Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us. 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us. 
Till  we  safely  stand 
In  our  Fatherland ! 
E.  L.  L.  1853.  a. 
Tr.  Nicholas  Louis,  Count  Zinzendorf.  1721. 

4:70       Meinem  Jesum  lass'  ich  nicht.     8^  7 ^  8» 

1  I  WILL  leave  my  Jesus  never ! 

On  the  Cross  for  me  He  died  ; 
Love  shall  draw  me  to  Him  ever. 

At  His  feet  I  will  abide. 
Of  my  life  the  Light  forever, 
I  will  leave  my  Jesus  never. 

2  In  Hh  Xame  I  stand  acquitted 

While  upon  the  earth  I  stay  : 
What  I  have  to  Him  committed 

He  will  keep  until  that  day. 
Be  His  service  my  endeavor  ; 
I  will  leave  my  Jesus  never  ! 
338 


FOLLOWING  CHRIST. 

3  Dwelling  in  His  presence  holy, 

I  at  length  shall  reach  the  place 
"Where  with  all  the  saints  in  glory 

I  shnll  see  His  lovely  face ; 
Nothing  then  but  bliss  forever : 
I  will  leave  my  Jesus  never ! 

4  Not  the  earth  with  all  its  treasure 

Could  content  this  soul  of  mine; 
Not  alone  for  heavenly  pleasure 

Doth  my  thirsty  spirit  pine  ; 
For  its  Savior  yearning  ever: 
I  will  leave  my  Jesus  never  ! 

5  From  that  living  Fountain  drinking, 

Walking  always  at  His  side, 
Christ  shall  lead  me  without  sinking 

Through  the  river's  rushing  tide, 
"With  the  blest  to  sing  forever; 
I  will  leave  my  Jesus  never ! 
Unknown.  1804. 
Tr.  Christian  Keymann.  1656. 

4:77        Folget  mir,  ruft  uns  das  Leben.  7Sm 

1  Savior,  meet  it  is  indeed 

"We  should  all  Thy  bidding  heed : 
Help  us,  make  us  strong  and  bold, 
Firm  and  fast  Thy  grace  to  hold. 
Moved  by  wondrous  love  divine, 
For  our  life  Thou  gavest  Thine ; 
And  Thy  precious  outpoured  Blood 
Won  for  us  the  highest  good. 

2  Draw  me  up,  my  God,  from  hence ; 
Kaise  me  high  o'er  earth  and  sense, 
That  I  lose  not  Thee  from  sight, 
Nor  in  life  nor  death,  my  Light ! 
In  my  soul's  most  deep  recess 

Let  me  cherish  holiness; 

Not  for  show  or  human  praise. 

But  for  Thy  sake,  all  my  days.  339 


THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

3  Grant  me,  Lord,  my  heart's  desire ; 
So  mj"  course  to  run,  nor  tire, 
That  my  practised  soul  may  prove 
All  Thy  meekness,  all  Thy  love. 
Grant  me  here  to  trust  Thy  grace, 
There  with  joy  to  see  Thy  face. 
This  in  time  my  portion  be. 
That  through  all  eternity. 

From  Miss  Winkworth.   1S55. 
Tr.  John  Piist.  1644. 

478  L.  31, 

1  0  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light ! 
Search,  prove  my  heart ;  it  pants  for  Thee  : 
0  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross ; 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  Cross ! 
Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  Thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  Thou  my  Light,  be  Thou  my  Way ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  Thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  Thy  timely  aid  impart. 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  mj  heart. 

5  Savior,  where'er  Thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I"d  follow  Thee; 
0  let  Th^y  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  Thy  holy  hill ! 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day ; 
Till  toil  and  grief  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

John  Wesle^j.  1739 
340  From  the  German. 


THE  HEAVENLY  SPIRIT. 
THE  HEAVENLY    SPIRIT. 

479  L.  31. 

1  Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand: 
Savior  divine!  difiuse  Thy  light, 

To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving  treacherous  heart 
"Wisely  to  choose  the  better  part; 

To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 

For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise ; 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies : 
Tso  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear. 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  Thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  : 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  Thee. 

Doddridge.  1755.  a. 

480  John  iv.  10,  14,        L,  31,  6  U 

1  Jesus,  the  Gift  divine  I  know; 

The  Gift  divine  I  ask  of  Thee ; 
The  living  Water  now  bestow, 

Thy  Spirit  and  Thyself,  on  me. 
Thou,  Lord,  of  life  the  Fountain  art ; 
0  let  me  find  Thee  in  my  heart ! 

2  Thee  let  me  drink,  and  thirst  no  more 

For  drops  of  finite  happiness  ! 
Spring  up,  0  Well,  in  heavenly  power, 
In  streams  of  pure  perennial  peace; 
In  joy,  which  none  can  take  away, 
In  life,  which  shall  forever  stay. 

C.  Wesley.  1762. 
341 


THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 

4:81  8,  7. 

1  Well  for  him  who  all  things  losing, 

Even  himself  doth  count  as  naught, 
Still  the  one  thing  needful  choosing, 
That  with  all  true  bliss  is  fraught ! 

2  Well  for  him  who  all  forsaking, 

Walketh  not  in  shadows  vain, 
But  the  path  of  peace  is  taking 

Through  this  vale  of  tears  and  pain  ! 

3  0  that  we  our  hearts  might  sever 

From  earth's  tempting  vanities, 
Fixing  them  on  Him  forever, 
In  whom  all  our  fulness  lies ! 

4  0  that  ne'er  our  eyes  might  wander 

From  our  God:  so  might  we  cease 
Ever  o'er  our  sins  to  ponder, 
And  our  conscience  be  at  peace ! 

5  Thou  who  wearily  hast  sought  us. 

Help  us  fully  Thee  to  find ! 
Thou  who  with  Thy  Blood  hast  bought  us, 
To  Thy  Cross  our  spirits  bind ! 

6  Thou  Abyss  of  love  and  goodness. 

Draw  us  by  Thy  Cross  to  Thee, 
That  our  senses,  soul  and  spirit. 
Ever  one  with  Christ  may  be  ! 

Miss  Winkivorth.  1855.  a. 
From  the  German. 

482  L.  31. 

Nach  Dir,  0  Gott,  verlanget  mich. 

1  0  God,  I  long  Thy  light  to  see ! 
My  God,  I  hourly  think  on  Thee : 
0  draw  me  up,  nor  hide  Thy  face. 
But  help  me  from  Thy  holy  place. 
342 


THE  HEAVENLY  SPIRIT. 

2  Ah,  how  shall  I  my  freedom  win  ? 
How  break  this  heavj-  3-oke  of  sin  ? 
My  fainting  spirit  thirsts  for  Thee; 
Come,  Lord,  to  help  and  set  me  free  ! 

3  My  heart  is  set  to  do  Thy  will,     . 
But  all  my  deeds  are  faulty  still ; 
My  best  attempts  are  nothing  worth, 
But  soiled  with  cleaving  taint  of  earth. 

4  Remember  that  I  am  Thy  child; 
Forgive  whate'er  my  soul  defiled: 
Blot  out  my  sins,  that  I  may  rise 
Freely  to  Thee  beyond  the  skies. 

5  Fain  would  my  heart  henceforward  be 
Fixed,  0  my  God,  alone  on  Thee ; 
That  heart  and  soul,  by  Thee  possest, 
May  find  in  Thee  their  perfect  rest. 

i3  0  take  away  whate'er  has  stood 
Between  me  and  the  highest  Good; 
I  ask  no  better  boon  than  this, 
To  find  in  God  my  only  bliss. 
Miss  Winhwortli.  1855. 
Tr.  Anton  Ulrich,  Duke  of  Bninsicick.  1687. 

4S3  L,  M, 

1  Xow  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory'  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  travelling  back  to  God? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

343 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discliarge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large, 
Unbinds  our  chain,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  His  Love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

Thomas  Gibbons.  1762.  a. 

484  7,  6,  7. 

1  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings. 

Thy  better  portion  trace  : 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay; 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
R,ise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God 
Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face; 
Upward  tends  to  His  abode. 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize; 
Soon  your  Savior  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 
Happy  entrance  will  be  given; 
All  your  sorrows  left  below. 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

Robert  Seagrave.  1748.  a. 
344 


THE  HEAVENLY  SPIRIT, 

itSS  Ich  bin  ein  Gast  auf  Erden.  7^  0. 

1  A  PiLGRi>f  and  a  stranger, 

I  journey  here  below: 
Far  distant  is  my  country, 

The  home  to  which  I  go. 
Here  I  must  toil  and  travail, 

Oft  wearj'  and  opprest, 
But  there  my  God  shall  lead  me 

To  everlasting  rest. 

2  There  still  my  thoughts  are  dwelling, 

'Tis  there  I  long  to  be  ; 
Come,  Lord,  and  call  Thy  servant 

To  blessedness  with  Thee  ! 
Come,  bid  my  toils  be  ended. 

Let  all  my  wanderings  cease ; 
Call  from  the  wayside  lodging 

To  the  sweet  home  of  peace  ! 

3  There  I  shall  dwell  forever, 

Xo  more  a  stranger  guest, 
With  all  Thy  blood-bought  children, 

In  everlasting  rest: 
The  pilgrim  toils  forgotten, 
The  pilgrim  conflicts  o'er, 
All  earthly  griefs  behind  us, 
Eternal  joys  before ! 

H.  L.  L.  LS62. 

Tr.  Paul  Gerhardi.  1667. 

iiSG  Himmelan  geht  unsre  Bahn.     'tfSy7' 

1  Heavenward  still  our  pathway  tends, 
Here  on  earth  we  are  but  strangers, 
Till  our  road  in  Canaan  ends, 

Through  this  wilderness  of  dangers  : 
Here  we  but  as  pilgrims  rove. 
For  our  home  is  there  above. 
22  345 


THE    CHRISTIAN   LITE. 

2  HeavenTFard  still,  my  soul,  ascend! 

Thou  art  one  of  heaven's  creations; 
Earth  can  ne'er  give  aim  or  end 

Fit  to  fill  thy  aspirations ; 
And  a  heaven-enlightened  mind 
Ever  turns,  its  Source  to  find. 

3  Heavenward  still !  God  calls  to  me, 

In  His  Word  so  loudly  speaking ; 
Glimpses  in  that  Word  I  see 

Of  the  home  I'm  ever  seeking ; 
And  while  that  my  steps  defends, 
Still  to  heaven  my  track  ascends. 

4  Heavenward  still  my  thoughts  arise, 

When  He  to  His  board  invites  me ; 
Then  my  spirit  upward  flies, 

Such  a  ray  from  heaven  lights  me  : 
When  on  earth  this  food  has  ceased, 
Comes  the  Lamb's  own  marriage-feast. 

5  Heavenward  still  my  spirit  wends. 

That  fair  land  by  faith  exploring; 
Heavenward  still  my  heart  ascends. 

Sun  and  moon  and  stars  outsoaring  : 
Their  faint  rays  in  vain  would  try 
With  the  light  of  heaven  to  vie. 

6  Heavenward  still,  when  life  shall  close, 

Death  to  my  true  home  shall  guide  me : 
Then,  triumphant  o'er  my  woes. 

Lasting  bliss  shall  God  provide  me. 
Christ  Himself  the  way  has  led; 
Joyful  in*His  steps  I  tread. 

7  Still  then  heavenward!  heavenward  still! 

This  shall  be  my  watchword  ever : 
Heaven's  delights  my  heart  shall  fill, 
And  from  vain  illusions  sever. 

346 


THK  HEAVENLY  SPIRIT. 

Heavenward  still  my  thoughts  shall  run, 
Till  the  gate  of  heaven  I've  won. 

Frances  Elizabeth  Cox.  1841. 

Tr.  Benjamin  Schmotk.  1731. 

4S7  Trochaic  7,  6, 

Ach,  uns  ivird  das  Ilerz  so  leer. 

1  Ah,  this  heart  is  void  and  chill, 

'Mid  earth's  noisy  thronging; 
For  the  Father's  mansions  still 
Earnestly  is  longing. 

2  0  to  be  at  home,  and  gain 

All  for  which  we're  sighing ; 
From  all  earthly  want  and  pain 
To  be  swiftly  flying ! 

3  With  this  load  of  sin  and  care 

Then  no  longer  bending, 

But  with  waiting  angels  there 

On  our  Lord  attending  ! 

4  Ah,  how  blessed,  blessed  they 

Who  have  rightly  striven, 
And  rejoice  eternally 

With  their  Lord  in  heaven ! 
If.  L.  L.  1853. 
Tr.  Charles  John  Sj^itta.  ah.  1328. 

488  C.  31. 

1  TnE  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn, 

The  brightness  of  the  day. 

The  crimson  of  the  sunset  sky. 

How  fast  they  fade  away  ! 
0  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven  ! 

0  for  the  golden  floor ! 
0  for  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 
That  setteth  nevermore ! 

347 


THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

2  The  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here, 

How  fast  they  tire  and  faint ! 
How  many  a  spot  defiles  the  robe 

That  wraps  an  earthly  saint ! 
0  for  a  heart  that  never  sins  ! 

0  for  a  soul  washed  white ! 
0  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 

Nor  weary  day  or  night ! 

3  Here  faith  is  ours,  and  heavenly  hope, 

And  grace  to  lead  us  higher  : 
But  there  are  perfectness  and  peace 
Beyond  our  best  desire. 

0  by  Thy  Love  and  anguish,  Lord, 
0  by  Thy  life  laid  down, 

Grant  that  we  fall  not  from  Thy  grace, 
Nor  cast  away  our  crown  ! 

Cecil  Frances  Alexander.  1853. 

WATCHFULNESS    AND   FIDELITY. 

489  S.  31, 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify; 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 
2,         To  serve  the  present  age. 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 

To  do  my  Master's  will ! 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As*in  Thy  sight  to  live: 

And  0,  Thy  servant.  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give  ! 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  Thyself  rely, 

Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die.         C.  Wesley.  1762. 
348 


•WATCHFULNESS  AND  FIDELITY. 

490  a  M. 

1  Awake,  iny  soul!  stretch  every  nerve^ 

And  press  with  vigor  on  : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey : 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  "way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'Tis  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Blest  Savior,  introduced  by  Thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And  crowned  with  victory,  at  Thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

Doddridge.  1755. 

491  L,  M. 

1  Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears; 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone. 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenlj'  race. 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road. 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint;    * 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  cycles  run. 

4  From  Thee,  the  ever-flowing  Spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply; 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

349 


THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  Thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 

Watts.  iro9. 

492  L,  31. 

1  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  oflF  thy  fears, 

And  gird  the  Gospel  armor  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy. 

Where  Jesus  thy  great  Captain  's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  Cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on. 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 

Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

Watts.  1709.  a. 

493  a  31. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  Cross, 

»    A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  His  Name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease. 
Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 
350 


WATCHFULNESS  AND  FIDELITY. 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  : 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
».  I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 

Supported  by  Thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar. 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

6  "When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  Thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies. 

The  glory  shall  be  Thine.      Watta.  1709.  a. 

494  S,  31, 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  put  your  armor  on, 

Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  His  eternal  Son ; 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 
And  in  His  mighty  power  : 

Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  His  great  might. 
With  all  His  strength  endued; 

But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight. 
The  panoply  of  God: 

4  That  having  all  things  done. 
And  all  your  conflicts  past, 

Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone. 
And  stand  entire  at  last. 

5  From  strength  to  strength  go  on, 
Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray : 

Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down. 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

351 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

6         Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 

In  all  his  soldiers,  "  Come/' 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descends  from  high. 
And  takes  the  conquerors  home. 

C.  Weslei/.  1749. 

495  S.  M. 

1  My  soul,  be  on  Thy  guard; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise, 

And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  0  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray. 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day. 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 
Xor  once  at  ease  sit  down; 

Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  receive  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God; 

He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 

To  His  divine  abode.  —  Heath. 

400        3Iein  Jesu,  Dem  die  Seraphinen.  JL,  31* 

1  Into  Thy  gracious  hands  I  fall. 

And  with  the  arms  of  faith  embrace; 

0  King  of  glory,  hear  my  call ! 

0  raise  me,  heal  me  by  Thy  grace ! 
Now  righteous  through  Thy  wounds  I  am: 
No  condemnation  now  I  dread; 

1  taste  sanation  in  Thy  Name, 
Alive  in  Thee,  my  living  Head! 

2  Still  let  Thy  wisdom  be  my  guide. 

Nor  take  Thy  Light  from  me  away: 
Still  with  me  let  Thy  grace  abide. 
That  I  from  Thee  may  never  stray. 
352 


WATCHFULNESS  AKD  FIDELITV. 

Let  Thy  Word  richly  in  me  dwell ; 

Thy  peace  and  love  my  portion  be ; 
My  joy  to  endure  and  do  Thy  will, 

Till'perfect  I  am  found  in  Thee. 

3  Arm  me  with  Thy  whole  armor.  Lord! 
Support  my  weakness  with  Thy  might; 
Gird  on  my  thigh  Thy  conquering  sword. 
And  shield  me  in  the  threatening  fight: 
I        From  faith  to  faith,  from  grace  to  grace, 
I  So  in  Thy  strength  shall  I  go  on; 

Till  heaven  and  earth  flee  from  Thy  face. 
And  glory  end  what  grace  begun. 
John   Weslei/.  1739. 
Tr.  Wolfyang  Christopher  Beszler.  1692. 

497  S.M. 

1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait. 

Observant  of  His  heavenly  word, 
■  And  watchful  at  His  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright. 
And  trim  the  golden  flame  : 

Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  His  sight. 
For  awful  is  His  Name. 

3  Watch  !  'tis  your  Lord's  command  ; 
And  while  we  speak.  He's  near. 

Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
,^  And  ready  all  appear. 

B     4         0  happy  servant  he. 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  His  Lord  with  rapture  see. 
And  be  with  honor  crowned, 

Doddridge.  1755. 
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THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 


WISDOM    AND    SELF-KNOWLEDGE. 

498  a  M. 

1  Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer 

To  Thee  our  souls  we  lift : 
Do  Thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare 
For  Thy  most  needful  gift. 

2  We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth 

Along  our  path  to  flow; 
We  ask  not  undecaying  health, 
Nor  length  of  years  below. 

3  AVe  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away; 
We  ask  not  pleasure,  pomp,  and  power, 
Lest  we  should  go  astray. 

4  We  ask  for  wisdom  : — Lord,  impart 

The  knowledge  how  to  live ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart 
To  all  before  Thee  give. 

5  The  young  remember  thee  in  youth, 

Before  the  evil  day ! 
The  old  be  guided  by  Thy  truth 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  wayl 

James  Montgomery.  1825. 

499  c.  r,  31, 

1  Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here 

To  serve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 

With  loving  gratitude ! 
Knewledge  divine  may  I  display, 
By  shunning  every  evil  way. 

And  walking  in  the  good. 

2  0  may  I  still  from  sin  depart ! 

A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 
Jesus,  to  me  be  given! 
354 


WISDOM  AND  SELF-KNOWLEDGE. 

And  let  me  through  Thy  Spirit  know 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 
And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 

C.  Wesley.  1762.  a. 

PSALM  119.  L,M, 

Teach  me,  0  teach  me,  Lord,  Thy  way; 
That,  to  my  life's  remotest  day, 
By  Thine  unerring  precepts  led, 
My  feet  Thy  heavenly  paths  may  tread. 
Informed  by  Thee,  with  sacred  awe 
My  heart  shall  meditate  Thy  law; 
And.  with  celestial  wisdom  filled. 
To  Thee  its  full  obedience  yield. 
Give  me  to  know  Thy  will  aright, 
Thy  will,  my  glory  and  delight; 
That,  raised  above  the  world,  my  mind 
In  Thee  its  highest  good  may  find. 
0  turn  from  vanity  my  eye ; 
To  me  Thy  quickening  strength  supply; 
And  with  Thy  promised  mercy  cheer 
A  heart  devoted  to  Thy  fear. 

James  Merrick.  1765.  a. 

L,  M. 

What  strange  perplexities  arise. 
What  anxious  fears  and  jealousies  ! 
What  crowds  in  doubtful  light  appear, 
How  few,  alas,  approved  and  clear ! 
And  what  am  I  ? — my  soul,  awake, 
And  an  impartial  survey  take. 
Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice  or  in  heart  appear  ? 
What  image  does  my  spirit  bear? 
Is  Jesus  formed  and  living  there  ? 
Ah,  do  His  lineaments  divine 
In  thought,  and  word,  and  action  shine  ? 

355 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

4  Searcher  of  hearts,  0  seai-ch  me  still; 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal ; 
My  fears  remove  ,•  let  me  appear 
To  God  and  my  own  conscience  clear ! 

Samuel  Davies.  1769. 

502  a  31, 

1  Am  I  an  Israelite  indeed, 

Without  a  false  disguise  ? 
Have  I  renounced  my  sins,  and  left 
My  refuges  of  lies  ? 

2  0  does  my  heart  unchanged  remain, 

Or  is  it  formed  anew  ? 
What  is  the  rule  by  which  I  walk, 
The  object  I  pursue  ? 

3  Cause  me,  0  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

My  real  state  to  know  ; 
If  I  am  wrong,  0  set  me  right, 
If  right,  jjreserve  me  so  ! 

Benjamin  Beddome.  d.  1799. 

503  a  M, 

1  Searcher  of  hearts,  before  Thy  face 

I  all  my  soul  display, 
And,  conscious  of  its  innate  arts, 
Entreat  Thy  strict  survey. 

2  If,  lurking  in  its  inmost  folds, 

I  any  sin  conceal, 
0  let  a  ray  of  light  divine 
The  secret  guile  reveal ! 

3  If  in  these  fatal  fetters  bound 

A 'wretched  slave  I  lie  : 
Smite  off  my  chains,  and  wake  my  soul 
To  light  and  liberty  ! 

4  To  humble  penitence  and  prayer 

Be  gentle  pity  given  ; 
Speak  ample  pardon  to  my  heart, 
And  seal  its  claim  to  heaven. 
356  JJoddridge.  1755. 


SELF-EXAMINATION. 

1  'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought; 
Do  I  love  Thee,  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  Thine,  or  am  I  not? 

2  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

0  how  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ! 
Filled  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  Thy  child  ? 

3  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ; 

Thovi,  who  art  Thy  people's  Sun, 
Shine  upon  Thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

4  Let  me  love  Thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

John  Neicton.  1779.  a. 


SIMPLICITY  AND  HUMILITY. 

5 

1  QriET,  Lord,  my  froward  heart; 

Make  me  teachable  and  mild ; 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  'art, 

Make  me  as  a  weaned  child; 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  Thee. 

2  What  Thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 

Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide. 

Calmly  to  Ihy  wisdom  leave. 
*Tis  enough  that  Thou  wilt  care : 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 


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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 
Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 

Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone  : 
Let  me  thus  with  Thee  abide, 
As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 

4  Thus  preserved  from  Satan's  wiles, 

Safe  from  dangers,  free  from  fears. 
May  I  live  upon  Thy  smiles. 

Till  the  promised  hour  appears. 
When  the  sons  of  God  shall  prove 
All  their  Father's  boundless  love. 

John  Keicton.  1779. 

506  7s, 

1  When,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be 
Perfectly  resigned  to  Thee  ? 
Poor  and  vile  in  my  own  eyes, 
Only  in  Thy  wisdom  wise? 

2  Only  Thee  content  to  know, 
Ignorant  of  all  below; 
Only  guided  by  Thy  light, 
Only  mighty  in  Thy  might  ? 

3  So  I  may  Thy  Spirit  know. 
Let  Him  as  He  listeth  blow: 
Let  the  manner  be  unknown, 
So  I  may  with  Thee  be  one. 

4  Fully  in  my  life  express 
All  the  heights  of  holiness  ; 
Sweetly  let  my  spirit  prove 
iill  the  depths  of  humble  love. 

C.   Wesley.  1742. 

507  PSALM  131.  7  s. 
1  Lord,  if  Thou  Thy  grace  impart, 

Poor  in  spirit,  meek  in  heart, 
I  shall  as  my  Master  be, 
Clothed  with  humility. 
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SIMPLICITY  AKD  HXTMILITT. 

Simple,  teachable,  and  mild, 
Changed  into  a  little  child, 
Pleased  with  all  the  Lord  provides, 
"Weaned  from  all  the  world  besides. 

Father,  fix  my  soul  on  Thee : 
Every  evil  let  me  flee: 
Nothing  want  beneath,  above, 
Happy  in  Thy  precious  Love. 

0  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Every  good  in  Christ  combined! 
Him  let  Israel  still  adore, 
Trust  Him,  praise  Him  evermore. 

From   C.  Wesley.   1760. 


o08  PSALM  131.  76 

1  Lord,  for  ever  at  Thy  side 

Let  my  place  and  portion  be ! 
Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride. 
Clothe  me  with  humility. 

2  Meekly  may  my  soul  receive 

All  Thy  Spirit  hath  revealed. 
Thou  hast  spoken; — I  believe, 
Though  the  prophecy  were  sealed. 

3  Quiet  as  a  weaned  child, 

Weaned  from  the  mother's  breast; 
By  no  subtlety  beguiled, 
,  On  Thy  faithful  Word  I  rest. 

Wl,      4  Saints,  rejoicing  evermore, 
^'  In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust : 

Him  in  all  His  ways  adore, 

Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just. 

James  Montfjomery.  1822. 
359 


THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 
BENEVOLENCE. 

509  X.  M. 

1  When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  His  works  from  day  to  day 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 

That  spi-ead  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us,  0  Lord !  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  Thy  steps. pursue. 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

Thomas  Gibbons.   1784. 

510  a  31, 

1  Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Savior  went, 

By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
Like  His,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  Him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness. 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  Thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill  ; 
And  that  Thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

4  Small  are  the  offerings  we  can  make; 

Yet  Thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Savior's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward. 

William  CrosweU.  1843. 

511  C,  31. 

1  jEsrs,  our  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace  I 
Thy  bounties  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  we  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt  ? 
360 


BENEVOLEXCE. 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  Thou  exalted  shine  : 
"What  can  our  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine  ? 

3  But  Thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  Thj  grace, 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 
Before  Thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  Thou  mayst  be  clothed  and  fed, 

And  visited  and  cheered  ; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress 
Our  Savior's  voice  is  heard. 

5  Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love, 

We  in  Th^^  poor  would  see ; 

0  may  we  minister  to  them, 
And  in  them.  Lord,  to  Thee. 

Doddridge.  1755.   ( 
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1  Father  of  our  feeble  race. 

Wise,  beneficent,  and  kind  ! 
Spread  o'er  nature's  ample  face. 

Flows  Thy  goodness  unconfiued.      ' 

2  Lord,  what  offerings  shall  we  bring, 

At  Thine  altars  when  we  bow? 
Grateful  loving  hearts,  the  spring 
Whence  the  kind  affections  iiowj 

3  Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind. 

Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor ; 
LoA^e,  embracing  all  our  kind ; 
Charity,  with  liberal  store. 

4  Teach  us,  0  Thou  heavenly  King, 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind; 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring. 
Love  to  Thee  and  all  mankind. 

John  Tat/lor.  1799.  a. 
23  361 


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THE  CHRISTIAX  LIFE. 

313  S.  M. 

1  "We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own, 
Whate'er  the  gift  may  be  : 

All  that  we  have  is  Thine  alone, 
A  trust,  0  Lord,  from  Thee. 

2  May  we  Thy  bounties  thus 
As  stewards  true  receive, 

And  gladly,  as  Thou  blessest  us, 
To  Thee  our  first  fruits  give. 

3  0  hearts  ai-e  bruised  and  dead, 
And  homes  are  bare  and  cold, 

And  lambs,  for  whom  the  Shepherd  bled, 
Are  straying  from  the  fold  ! 

4  To  comfort  and  to  bless. 
To  find  a  balm  for  woe. 

To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless. 
Is  angels'  work  below. 

5  The  captive  to  release, 
The  lost  to  God  to  bring, 

To  teach  the  way  of  life  and  peace, — 
It  is  a  Christ-like  thing. 

6  And  we  believe  Thy  word, 
Though  dim  our  faith  may  be ; 

"Whate'er  we  do  for  Thine,  0  Lord, 
"We  do  it  unto  Thee. 

William  Walsham  How.  1860. 

514:  C»3I. 

1  How  shall  we  show  our  love  to  Thee, 

Thou  loving  God  most  high, 
But  loving  this  Thy  family, 

For  which  Thou  deignedst  to  die  ? 

2  If  Thou  for  me  such  Love  didst  bear, 

Shall  I  not  love  again  ? 
For  all  are  objects  of  Thy  care; 
Thy  Love  doth  all  sustain. 
362 


BENEVOLENCE. 

3  If  we  have  love  for  Thee  in  heaven^ 

'Tis  seen  by  love  on  earth  : 
Love  only,  love  which  God  hath  given, 
Doth  prove  our  heavenly  birth. 

4  For  all  we  know  of  God  above, 

And  of  His  saints  below, 
And  all  we  know  of  heaven,  is  Love, 
And  all  we  need  to  know. 

5  Love  is  of  life  the  only  sign. 

Love  is  our  vital  breath ; 
Love  only  shows  the  child  divine. 
Love  only  conquers  death. 

6  Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  go, 

Let  love  our  son  ship  prove : 
Our  lives  the  fire  celestial  show. 
Our  thoughts  and  words  be  love. 

7  0  deign  to  send  the  love  of  Thee 

From  highest  heaven  above ; 
For  then  our  life  Thy  praise  shall  be. 
When  all  our  life  is  love. 

S  With  praise  to  Thee  our  strains  began 
With  love  to  Thee  shall  end; 
The  love  of  Thee,  and  love  of  man. 
From  heaven  0  deign  to  send  I 

Isaac  Williams.  1842.  a. 


THE  CROSS  AND  COMFORT. 
$15  a  M. 

1  Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep. 

Where  wave  resounds  to  wave ; 
Though  o'er  my  head  the  billows  roll, 
I  know  the  Lord  can  save. 

363 


THE  CROSS  AND  COMFORT. 

2  The  hand  that  now  withholds  my  joys 

Can  reinstate  my  peace ; 
And  He  who  bade  the  tempest  roai-, 
Can  bid  that  tempest  cease. 

3  In  the  dark  watches  of  the  night, 

I'll  count  His  mercies  o'er; 
I'll  praise  Him  for  ten  thousand  past, 
And  humbly  sue  for  more. 

4  When  darkness  and  when  sorrows  rose 

And  pressed  on  every  side, 
The  Lord  has  still  sustained  my  steps, 
And  still  has  been  my  Guide. 

5  Here  will  I  rest,  and  build  my  hopes, 

Nor  murmur  at  His  rod; 
He's  more  than  all  the  world  to  me. 
My  Health,  my  Life,  my  God ! 

Nathaniel  Cotton.  1791. 

516  X.  31, 

1  God  of  my  life,  to  Thee  I  call ! 
Afflicted  at  Thy  feet  I  fall : 

"When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail ! 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint ! 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint  ? 
Where  but  with  Thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor '' 

8  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  Thee, 
And  Thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Does*  not  the  word  still  fixed  remain. 
That  none  shall  seek  Thy  face  in  vain  ? 

4  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear. 
Didst  Thou  not  hear  and  answer  praj^er; 
But  a  prayer-hearing,  answering  God, 
Supports  me  under  every  load. 
364 


/ 


IN    OUTWARD    SUFFERINGS. 

5  Fair  is  the  lot  that's  cast  for  me ; 
I  have  an  Advocate  with  Thee  ; 
They  whom  the  world  caresses  most 
Have  no  such  privilege  to  boast. 

6  Poor  though  I  be,  despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not; 
And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 

For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 

William  Cowjjer.  1779. 

517  CM. 

1  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll. 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  Thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  Thou  alone  canst  heal; 
Thy  "Word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  Thy  face  ? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ? 

4  No,  still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 

Attends  the  mournei-'s  prayer  : 
0  may  I  ever  find  access, 

To  breathe  my  sorrows  there  ! 

Anne  Steele.  1760. 

■^IS  PSALM  86.  L,  31. 

1  0  HEAR  me.  Lord,  for  I  am  poor, 
And  seek  salvation  at  Thy  door ; 
Bow  down  Thy  gentle  ear  to  me, 
Who  am  opprest  with  misery. 

2  Let  mercy  come  from  God  on  high, 
The  object  of  my  daily  cry; 

I  daily  knock,  I  daily  wait, 

For  mercy's  alms,  at  mercy's  gate.         365 


THE    CROSS    AND    COMFORT. 

3  God  of  all  comfort,  give  a  dole 
Of  comfort  to  Thy  servant's  soul : 
For  this  my  soul  doth  bend  her  knee, 
And  stretch  her  craving  hands  to  Thee. 

4  Thou,  Lord,  art  good,  and  Thou  dost  stand 
With  sealed  pardons  in  Thy  hand; 

0  how  the  dews  of  mercy  fall. 
And  answer  at  Thy  people's-  call ! 

5  Lord,  guide  me  in  Thy  secret  way  ; 
With  such  a  Guide  I  shall  not  stray : 
Bring  me  into  a  heavenly  frame, 
Unite  my  heart  to  fear  Thy  Name. 

6  0  King  of  Nations,  Lord  of  all, 
Before  Thee  shall  all  nations  fall ; 
And  every  language  shall  confess 
Thy  glorious  evei-lastingness ! 

John  Mason.    1683.  a. 

519  11,10. 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish ; 

Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish  ; — 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure  I 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying. 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life  ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above: 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love ;  come,  ever  knowing 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  Heaven  can  remqve. 
From  Thomas  Moore.  1824. 
366 


/ 


IN    OUTWARD    SUFFERIXGS. 

520  a  II.  31. 

1  When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God^ 

In  trial's  fearful  hour, 
Bow,  all  resigned,  beneath  Ilis  rod, 

And  bless  His  sparing  power, 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress, 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 

2  0,  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet. 

Though  trials  fix  me  there, 
Is  still  a  privilege;  and  sweet 

The  energies  of  prayer, 
Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be, 
If  Christ  be  nigh,  and  smile  on  me. 

3  Then  blessed  be  the  Hand  that  gave, 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes  : 
Blessed  be  He  who  smites  to  save, 

"Who  heals  the  Heart  He  breaks. 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  His  ways, 
Whom  heaven  adores  and  death  obeys. 

Josiah  Conder.  1S36. 

521  S.  JM. 

1  In  weariness  and  pain. 
By  sins  and  fears  opprest, 

I  turn  me  to  my  Rest  again. 
My  soul's  eternal  Rest : 

2  The  Lamb  that  died  for  me. 
And  still  my  load  doth  bear ; 

To  Jesus'  streaming  wounds  I  flee. 
And  find  my  quiet  there. 

3  Jesus,  was  ever  grief. 
Was  ever  love  like  Thine  ? 

Thy  sorrow.  Lord,  is  my  relief. 
Thy  life  hath  ransomed  mine. 

367 


THE    CROSS    AND    COMFORT. 

4         0  may  I  rise  with  Thee, 
.   And  soar  to  things  above, 
And  spend  a  blest  eternity 
In  praise  of  dying  Love. 

a  TF^.s%.  1749.  a. 

?  S,  M. 

1  Tnoc  very  present  Aid 
In  suffering  and  distress ; 

The  soul  which  still  on  Thee  is  stayed 
Is  kejit  in  perfect  peace. 

2  The  soul  by  faith  reclined 
On  his  E-edeemer's  breast, 

Midst  raging  storms  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  fear  are  gone, 
Whene'er  Thy  face  appears  ; 

It  stills  the  sighing  orphan's  moan^ 
And  dries  the  widow's  tears. 

4  It  hallows  every  cross; 
It  sweetly  comforts  me: 

Makes  me  forget  my  every  loss. 
And  find  my  all  in  Thee. 

5  Peace  to  the  troubled  heart. 
Health  to  the  sin-sick  mind  ; 

The  wounded  spirit's  Balm  Thou  art. 
The  Healer  of  mankind. 

6  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 
Doth  all  my  wishes  fill; 

la  vam  created  streams  are  dry, 
I  have  the  Fountain  still. 

7  Stript  of  my  earthly  friends, 
I  find  them  all  in  One ; 

And  peace,  and  joy  that  never  ends. 
And  heaven,  in  Christ  alone. 

C.  Wesley.  1749.  a. 


IX   IX-WARD    TRIALS. 

523  L.  JJ. 

1  Jesus,  the  weary  wanderer's  Rest, 

Give  me  Thy  easy  yoke  to  bear : 
"With,  steadfast  patience  arm  my  breast, 
With  spotless  love,  and  lowly  fear. 

2  Thankful  I  take  the  (yip  from  Thee, 

Prepared  and  mingled  by  Thy  skill : 
Though  bitter  to  the  taste  it  be, 

Powerful  the  wounded  soul  to  heal. 

3  Be  Thou,  0  Rock  of  Ages,  nigh ! 

So  shall  each  murmuring  thought  be  gone ; 
And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care  shall  fly, 
As  clouds  before  the  mid-day  sun. 

4  Speak  to  my  warring  passions,  "Peace  !" 

Say  to  my  trembling  heart,  "Be  still!" 
Thy  power  my  strength  and  fortress  is, 
For  all  things  serve  Thy  sovereign  will. 

5  Oh  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ?    Where  now 

Thy  boasted  victory,  0  grave  ? 
Who  shall  contend  with  God  ?  or  who 
Can  hurt  whom  God  delights  to  save? 

6'.  Wesley.  1739. 

324:  S.  31, 

1  TotTR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 

Loud,  to  the  praise  of  Love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine ; 

Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come. 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 


THE    CROSS    AND    COMFORT. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 
Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 

Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  His  Name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
Subside,  at  His  control  : 

His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  0  God, 
That  stays  himself  on  Thee  ! 

Who  waits  for  Thy  salvation.  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady.  1772. 

525        Wenn  mkh  die  S'unden  kr'dnken.     S,  3£, 

1  When  sorrow  and  remorse 
Prey  at  my  heart,  to  Thee 

•  I  look,  who  on  the  holy  Cross 

Wast  slain  for  wretched  me. 

2  Thy  Passion,  Lord,  inspires 
My  spirit  day  by  day. 

That  I  from  all  low  dark  desires 
Have  strength  to  flee  away. 

3  Whate'er  the  burden  be, 
The  cross  upon  me  laid. 

Or  want  or  shame.  I  look  to  Thee : 
Bte  Thou,  0  Christ,  my  Aid. 

4  And  let  Thy  sorrows  cheer 
My  soul  when  I  depart : 

Give  strength  to  cast  away  all  fear. 
Console,  sustain  my  heart. 

370 


IN    GEXERAL    NEED. 

5         Since  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 

Help  me  to  trust  Thy  grace, 
That  Thou  wilt  take  me  up  to  Thee, 
Where  I  shall  see  Thy  face. 

From  Miss  Winkioorth.  1855. 
Tr.  Justus  Gesenius.  1640. 

526  C,  31, 

1  Thou  art  my  Hiding-place,  0  Lox'd! 

In  Thee  I  fix  my  trust. 
Encouraged  by  Thy  holy  Word, 

A  feeble  child  of  dust.  ^ 

I  have  no  argument  beside, 

I  urge  no  other  plea; 
And  'tis  enough  the  Savior  died. 

The  Savior  died  for  me. 

2  When  storms  of  fierce  temptations  beat. 

And  furious  foes  assail. 
My  refuge  is  the  mercy-seat. 

My  hope  within  the  veil. 
From  strife  of  tongues  and  bitter  words 

My  spirit  flies  to  Thee  : 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords. 

My  Savior  died  for  me. 

3  'Mid  trials  heavy  to  be  borne, 

When  mortal  strength  is  vain, 
A  heart  with  grief  and  anguish  torn, 

A  body  racked  with  pain  : 
Ah,  what  could  give  the  sufferer  rest. 

Bid  every  murmur  flee. 
But  this,  the  witness  in  my  breast 

That  Jesus  died  for  me  ? 

4  And  when  Thy  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay. 
And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 
Is  ebbing  fast  away, 

371 


THE    CROSS    AXD    COMFORT. 

Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 

My  voice  shall  call  on  Thee, 
And  ask  for  strength  in  death  to  speak, 

"  My  Savior  died  for  me." 

Thomas  Raffles.  1843. 

527  a  31. 

1  0  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee  ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

2  When  groaning  on  my  burdened  heart, 

My  sins  lie  heavily. 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart; 
In  love,  remember  me  ! 

3  Temptations  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee ; 
0  give  me  strength,  Lord,  as  my  day; 
For  good,  remember  me  ! 

4  Distrest  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 
Hear,  and  remember  me ! 

5  When  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death 

I  wait  Thy  just  decree : 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath, 
Good  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

6  And  when  before  Thy  throne  I  stand 

And  lift  my  soul  to  Thee  : 
Then,  -yith  the  saints  at  Thy  right  hand. 
Good  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

Thomas  Haweis.  1792.  a. 

528  C,  M, 

1  And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  droop  or  die ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale 
And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  : 
372 


IN    GENERAL    NEED. 

Shall  join  the  disembo*clied  saints, 
And  find  its  long-sought  Rest, 

That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 
In  my  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain, 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down. 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain  : 
I  sufler  on  my  three-score  years 

Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  His  servant's  tears. 

And  take  His  exile  home. 

3  0  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  ! 

Before  my  ravished  eyes 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see. 

And  trees  of  paradise  ! 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright. 

Who  reap  the  pleasures  there  : 
They  all  are  clothed  in  robes  of  white, 

And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 

4  0  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  Thou  count  me  meet, 
"With  that  enraptured  host  to  appear. 

And  worship  at  Thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain. 

Take  life  or  friends  away; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day.      C.  Wesley.  1759.  a. 

529  a  31. 

1  Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care, 
Whether  I  die  or  live  : 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 

373 


THE    CROSS    AND    COMPORT. 

If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 

That  I  may  long  obey ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 

To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 

Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  He  went  through  before : 
He  that  into  God's  kingdom  comes 

Must  enter  by  this  door. 
Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see ; 
For  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 

What  will  Thy  glory  be? 

Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary  sinful  days. 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints, 

That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 
My  knowledge  of  that  Life  is  small. 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ,• , 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 

And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 

Richard  Baxter.  1681.  a 


NATIONAL. 

530  6, 4. 

1  God  bless  our  native  land ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave. 
Do  Thou  our  country  save 

By  Thy  great  might ! 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God  alove  the  skies; 

On  Him  we  wait : 


374 


THANKSGIVING    DAY. 

Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  Thee  aloud  we  cry, 
God  save  the  State  ! 

/.  >b"  DicvjTit.  1844. 

531  H,  31. 

1  Before  the  Lord  we  bow, 

The  God  who  reigns  above. 
And  rules  the  world  below 
Boundless  in  power  and  love. 
Our  thanks  we  bring      I  Our  hearts  we  raise 

In  joy  and  praise,       |       To  heaven's  high  King. 

2  The  nation  Thou  hast  blest 

May  well  Thy  Love  declare, 
From  foes  and  fears  at  rest. 
Protected  by  Thy  care. 
For  this  fair  land,  I       Our  thanks  we  pay, — 

For  this  bright  day,  |  Gifts  of  Thy  hand. 

3  May  every  mountain  height, 

Each  vale  and  forest  green. 
Shine  in  Thy  Word's  pure  light. 
And  its  rich  fruits  be  seen  ! 
May  every  tongue  I      And  join  to  raise 

Be  tuned  to  praise,     |  A  grateful  song. 

4  Earth  !  hear  thy  Maker's  voice, 

Thy  great  Redeemer  own ; 
Believe,  obey,  rejoice, 
And  worship  Him  alone. 
Cast  down  thy  pride,     I      And  bow  before 
Thy  sin  deplore,         |  The  Crucified. 

5  And  when  in  power  He  comes, 

0  may  our  native  land. 
From  all  its  rending  tombs, 
Send  forth  a  glorious  band, 
A  countless  throng,        I       To  heaven's  high  King 
Ever  to  sing  j  Salvation's  song. 

Francis  Scott  Key.  1832. 
375 


532  Fast-Day.  8,  7. 

1  Dread  Jeliovah,  God  of  nations, 

From  Thy  temple  in  the  skies, 

Hear  Thy  people's  supplications, 

-  Now  for  their  deliverance  rise  ! 

2  Lo,  with  deep  contrition  turning, 

Humbly  at  Thy  feet  we  bend; 
Hear  us,  fasting,  praying,  mourning. 
Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 

3  Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 

Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
Thou  hast  mei'cy  more  abounding, 
Jesus'  Blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 

4  Let  that  Love  veil  our  transgression, 

Let  that  Blood  our  guilt  efface : 

Save  Thy  people  from  oppression. 

Save  from  spoil  Thy  holy  place. 

TJiomas  CotteriU.  1827. 

533  Wenn  wir  in  hochsten  JVothen  sein.  L,  JM, 

1  Whex  in  the  hour  of  utmost  need 
"\Ye  know  not  where  to  look  for  aid; 
When  days  and  nights  of  anxious  thought 
Nor  help  nor  counsel  yet  have  brought : 

2  Then  this  our  comfort  is  alone. 
That  we  may  meet  before  Thy  throne, 
And  cry,  0  faithful  God,  to  Thee, 
For  rescue  from  our  misery: 

3  To  Thee  may  raise  our  hearts  and  eyes. 
Repenting  sore  with  bitter  sighs, 

And  seek  Thy  pardon  for  our  sin. 
And  respite  from  our  griefs  within. 

4  For  Thou  hast  promised  graciously 
To  hear  all  those  who  cry  to  Thee, 
Through  Him  whose  Name  alone  is  great. 
Our  Savior  and  our  Advocate. 

376 


FAST  DAY. — IN  VTXn  TIME. 

6  And  thus  we  come,  0  God,  to-day, 
And  all  our  woes  before  Thee  lay; 
For  tried,  afflicted,  lo  !  we  stand, 
Peril  and  foes  on  every  hand. 

6  Ah,  hide  not  for  our  sins  Thy  face ; 
Absolve  us  through  Thy  boundless  grace; 
Be  with  us  in  our  anguish  still. 
Free  us  at  last  from  every  ill. 

7  That  so  with  all  our  hearts  may  we 
Once  more  with  joy  give  thanks  to  Thee, 
And  walk  obedient  to  Thy  Word, 

And  now  and  ever  praise  the  Lord. 

Miss  Wink  worth.  1858.  a. 
Tr.  Paul  Eber.  1547. 

554  PSALM  20.  L,  JI. 

1  Xow  mfty  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
Attend  His  people's  humble  cry! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Israel  prays, 
And  brings  deliverance  from  on  high. 

2  The  Name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 
Better  than  shields  or  brazen  walls; 
He  from  His  sanctuary  sends 
Succor  and  strength  when  Zion  calls. 

3  In  His  salvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God 

Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up. 
Our  navies  spread  their  flags  abroad. 

4  Some  trust  in  horses  trained  for  war, 
And  some  of  chariots  make  their  boasts  ; 
Our  surest  expectations  are 

From  Thee,  the  Lord  of  heavenly  hosts. 

5  Now  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear ; 
Now  let  our  hope  be  firm  and  strong, 
Till  Thy  salvation  shall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 

Watts.  1719. 
24  377 


535  S.  M, 

1  Let  God,  the  mighty  God, 
The  Lord  of  hosts,  arise, 

With  terror  clad,  with  strength  endued. 

And  rend  and  bow  the  skies  ! 

Called  down  by  faithful  prayer. 

Savior,  appear  below. 
Thy  hand  lift  up,  Thine  arm  make  bare, 

And  quell  Thy  people's  foe. 

2  Our  Refuge  in  distress, 
In  danger's  darkest  hour, 

Appear  as  in  the  ancient  days, 

With  full  redeeming  power  : 

That  Thy  redeemed  may  sing 

In  glad  triumphant  strains. 
The  Lord  is  God,  the  Lord  is  KTing, 

The  Lord  forever  reigns  ! 

3  We  with  our  ears  have  heard. 
Our  fathers  us  have  told 

The  work  that  in  their  days  appeared. 

And  in  the  times  of  old: 

With  such  deliverance  bless 

Whom  Thou  hast  chose  for  Thine, 
That  men  and  nations  may  confess 

The  work  is  all  divine  ! 

C.   Wesley.  1759. 

536  Continued.  S.  31, 
1         God  of  unbounded  Power, 

God  of  unwearied  Love, 
,  Be  present  in  our  dangerous  hour, 
Our  danger  to  remove  : 
Jesus,  Jehovah,  Lord, 
Thy  wonted  aid  we  claim  ; 
Not  trusting  in  our  bow  or  sword. 
But  in  Thy  saving  Name ! 
378 


WAR  AN'D  PEACE. 

2  Our  lives  are  hid  with  Thine, 
Our  hairs  are  numbered  all, 

Nor  can  without  the  Will  divine 

One  worthless  sparrow  fall. 

And  shall  a  nation  bleed, 

And  shall  a  kingdom  fail, 
While  Thou,  0  Christ,  art  Lord  and  Head 

O'er  heaven  and  earth  and  hell  ? 

3  Beneath  Thy  wings  secure. 
In  patience  we  possess 

Our  souls,  and  quietly  endure 

Whate'er  our  God  decrees. 

Teach  us  to  understand 

The  thunder  of  Thy  power, 
And  thus,  0  Lord,  to  see  Thy  Hand, 

Thy  Truth  and  Love  adore. 

4  Escaped  the  hostile  sword, 
0  may  we  fly  to  Thee, 

And  find  in  our  redeeming  Lord 

Our  life  and  liberty. 

Our  Strength  and  Righteousness, 

0  let  us  hold  Thee  fast, 
With  confidence  divine,  and  peace 

That  shall  forever  last. 

C.  Wesley.  I'ToQ.  a. 

HARVEST. 

?7  7s, 

1  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise. 
For  the  Love  that  crowns  our  days ! 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 
Let  Thy  praise  our  tongues  employ! 

2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield  ; 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain ; 
Yellow  sheaves  of  rijiened  grain  : 

379 


3  All  that  Spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land  ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  overflowing  stores  : 

4  These  to  Thee,  our  God !  we  owe. 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow! 
And  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

Atma  Letitia  Barhauld.  1795. 

538  i.  ik 

1  0  GRACiors  Hand  that  freely  gives 

The  fruits  of  earth,  our  toil  to  bless  ! 
0  Love,  by  which  the  sinner  lives  ! 
0  let  our  tongues  that  Love  confess  ! 

2  Our  God  for  all  our  need  provides, 

His  sun  alike  o'er  all  doth  shine ; 
From  none  his  glorious  beams  he  hides ; 
So  willeth  Love  supreme,  divine. 

3  Again  this  Love  our  garners  fills ; 

This  Love  again  let  all  adore : 
The  cry  of  want  His  bounty  stills. 
Who  biddeth  all  His  Name  implore. 

4  0  may  our  lives  through  grace  abound 

In  holy  fruits,  and  Thee  proclaim  ! 
L"et  all  Thy  courts  with  praises  sound 

Thy  gracious  hand.  Thy  wondrous  Name. 

5  Lord,  when  Thou  shalt  descend  from  heaven,; 

Thy  ransomed  harvest  here  to  reap  : 
0  in  that  day  Thy  joy  be  given 
To  us,  who  now  go  forth  to  weep. 

6  May  none  reject  affliction's  hour. 

May  none  disdain  in  tears  to  sow: 
For  so,  by  Jesus'  grace  and  power, 

Shall  heaven's  joy  succeed  earth's  woe. 

Unknown.  1848.  a. 
380 


FOR  A  SCANTY  HARVEST. 

39     Was  Gott  thiit,  das  ist  wolilgethan.       '^s. 

1  What  our  Father  does  is  well : 
Blessed  truth  His  children  tell ! 
Though  He  send,  for  plenty,  want, 
Though  the  harvest  store  be  scant, 
Yet  we  rest  upon  His  Love, 
Seeking  better  things  above. 

2  "What  our  Father  does  is  well : 
Shall  the  wilful  heart  rebel  ? 
If  a  blessing  He  withhold 

In  the  field,  or  in  the  fold. 
Is  it  not  Himself  to  be 
All  our  Store  eternally? 

3  What  our  Father  does  is  well  ; 
Though  He  sadden  hill  and  dell, 
Upward  yet  our  praises  rise 

For  the  strength  His  Word  supplies. 
He  has  called  us  sons  of  Godj 
Can  we  murmur  at  His  rod  ? 

4  What  our  Father  does  is  well : 
May  the  thought  within  us  dwell. 
Though  nor  milk  nor  honey  flow 
In  our  barren  Canaan  now, 

God  can  save  us  in  our  need, 
God  can  bless  us,  God  can  feed. 

5  Therefore  unto  Him  we  raise 

,     Hymns  of  glory,  songs  of  praise : 
To  the  Father  and  the  Son 
And  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Honor,  might,  and  glory  be. 
Now  and  through  eternity. 

Unknoicn.  1861. 
Tr.  Benjamin  Schmolk.  1720. 
381 


THE  FAMILY. 


THE    FAMILY. 


54:0  Marriage.  7 9  i 

1  The  voice  that  breathed  o'er  Eden, 

That  earliest  wedding  day, 
The  primal  marriage  blessing. 
It  hath  not  passed  away. 

2  Still  in  the  pure  espousal 

Of  Christian  man  and  maid. 
The  Holy  Three  are  with  us. 
The  threefold  grace  is  said. 

3  Be  present,  awful  Father,. 

To  give  away  this  bride. 
As  Eve  Thou  gav'st  to  Adam 
Out  of  his  own  pierced  side : 

4  Be  present.  Son  of  Mary, 

To  join  their  loving  hands. 
As  Thou  didst  bind  two  natures 
In  Thine  eternal  bands  ; 

5  Be  present.  Holiest  Spirit, 

To  bless  them  as  they  kneel. 
As  Thou  for  Christ  the  Bridegroom 
The  heavenly  spouse  dost  seal. 

6  0  spread  Thy  pure  wing  o'er  them. 

Let  no  ill  power  find  place, 
When  onward  to  Thine  a-ltar 
Their  hallowed  path  they  trace. 


To  cast  their  crowns  before  Thee 

In  perfect  sacrifice, 
Till  to  the  home  of  gladness 

With  Christ's  own  Bride  they  rise. 

John  Kehle.  185' 


•82 


I 


f 


MARRIAGE. 

54:1  S.  M. 

1  How  welcome  was  the  call, 
And  sweet  the  festal  lay, 

When  Jesus  deigned  in  Cana's  hall 
To  bless  the  marriage  day. 

2  And  happy  was  the  bride, 

And  glad  the  bridegroom's  heart, 
When  He  who  tarried  at  their  side 
Bade  grief  and  ill  depart. 

3  0  Lord  of  life  and  love. 
Come  Thou  again  to-day; 

And  bring  a  blessing  from  above 
That  ne'er  shall  pass  away. 

4  0  bless,  as  once  of  old. 

The  bridegroom  and  the  bride  j 

Bless  with  the  holy  stream  that  flowed 

Forth  from  Thy  pierced  side. 

5  Before  Thine  altar-throne 
This  mercy  we  implore ; 

As  thou  dost  knit  them,  Lord,  in  one, 
So  bless  them  evermore. 

U7iknown.  1861. 

342  a  31. 

1  Thrice  happy  souls,  who,  born  of  heaven, 

While  yet  they  sojourn  here. 
Humbly  begin  their  days  with  God, 
And  spend  them  in  His  fear. 

2  Midst  hourly  cares  may  love  present' 

Its  incense  to  Thy  throne  ; 
And  while  the  world  our  hands  employs, 
Our  hearts  be  Thine  alone  ! 

3  When  to  laborious  duties  called, 

Or  by  temptations  tried, 
We'll  seek  the  shelter  of  Thy  wings, 
And  in  Thy  strength  confide. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

4  As  different  scenes  of  life  arise, 

Our  grateful  hearts  would  be 
With  Thee  amidst  the  social  band, 
In  solitude  with  Thee. 

5  At  night  we  lea"n  our  weary  heads 

On  Thy  paternal  breast, 
And  safely  folded  in  Thine  arms. 
Resign  our  powers  to  rest. 

6  In  solid  pure  delights,  like  these, 

Let  all  my  days  be  passed ; 
Nor  shall  I  then  impatient  wish, 
Nor  shall  I  fear  the  last. 

Doddridge,  1755.  a. 


MORNING   OR   EA^ENING. 

543  JL.3I.6l. 

1  Whex,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes  my  eyes, 

0  Sun  of  Righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine; 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  sin  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  When  to  heaven's  great  and  glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring; 

And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy,  Savior,  in  Thy  Name  : 
My  conscience  sprinkl4|with  Thy  Blood, 
And  be  my  Advocate  with  God. 

3  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close. 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose. 
With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest. 
Guard  me,  my  Savior,  while  I  rest : 
And  as  each  morning's  sun  shall  rise, 

0  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 
384 


MORNING  AND  EYENING. 

4  And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus,  Thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed ; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  Thy  face  and  sing  Thy  praise. 

Sir  Robert   Grant.  1832. 

544  7  s, 

1  Teach  us.  Lord,  Thy  Name  to  know  ; 

Teach  us,  Lord,  Thy  Name  to  love ; 
May  Tve  do  Thy  will  below 
As  Thy  will  is  done  above. 

2  "When  we  go  to  rest  at  night, 

O'er  us  watch  and  near  us  stay ; 
And  when  morning  brings  the  light. 
May  we  wake  to  praise  and  pray. 

Unhnown.  1845, 

54:5  7s. 

1  Gracious  God  !  to  Thee  we  pray  : 

Give  us  grace  to  pray  aright ; 
Guide  and  bless  us  every  day, 
And  defend  us  every  night. 

2  Let  Thy  mercy,  while  we  live, 

Every  needful  want  supply ; 

And  Thy  blissful  presence  give. 

To  support  us  when  we  die. 

Unknown.  1845. 

:m"o  r  n  I  n  g  . 
546 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

385 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

2  Wake  and  lift  up  Thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

3  All  praise  to  Thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept : 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake  ! 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew; 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might. 
In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

TJiomas  Ken.  1700. 

oJ:  7  J<^^^  Lncis  orto  Sidere.  C.  3/. 

1  Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright, 

Once  more  to  God  we  pray. 
That  He,  the  uncreated  Light, 
May  guide  our  souls  this  day. 

2  No  sinful  word,  nor  deed  of  wrong. 

Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove  ; 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  And  while  the  hours  in  order  flow, 

0  Christ,  securely  fence 
Our  gates  beleagured  by  the  foe, 
The  gate  of  every  sense. 
3S6 


MORNIXG. 

4  And  grant  that  to  Thine  honor,  Lord, 
Our  daily  toil  may  tend  : 
That  we  begin  it  at  Thy  word, 
And  in  Thy  favor  end. 

Unknoicn.  1847.  o. 
Tr.  Ambrose,  d.  397. 

1  "We  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee, 
0  Day-Star  from  on  high  ! 

The  sun  itself  is  but  Thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  0  let  Thy  orient  beams 
The  night  of  sin  disperse ; 

The  mists  of  error  and  of  vice 
Which  shade  the  universe. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  ! 
How  dark  and  sad  before ! 

Witk  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  0  may  no  gloomy  crime 
Pollute  the  rising  day; 

May  Jesus'  Blood,  like  evening  dew. 
Wash  all  our  stains  awaj". 

5  May  we  this  life  improve, 
To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 

And  live  this  short.revolving  day 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

Unknoicn.  1748.  a. 

54:9  a  31. 

1  Lord,  for  the  mercies  of  this  night 
My  humble  thanks  I  pay. 
And  unto  Thee  I  dedicate 
The  first  fruits  of  the  day. 

387 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 


Let  this  day  praise  Thee,  0  my  God, 

And  so  let  all  my  days : 
And  0,  let  my  eternal  day 

Be  Thy  eternal  praise  ! 

John  Ilason.  1683. 


EVENING. 

330  7s. 

1  Softly  uow  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  Thee ! 

2  Thou  whose  all-pervading  eye 

Nought  escapes,  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 
Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon  for  me  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away: 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free*". 
Take  me.  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee ! 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 

All  of  man's  infirmity; 
Then,  from  Thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

George   Washington  Doane.  1826. 

351  10s. 

1  Abide  with  me  !  fast  falls  the  eventide  ; 
The  darkness  deepens  :  Lord,  with  me  abide  I 
When  other  helpers  fade,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  0  abide  with  me ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see; 

0  Thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me ! 

388 


3  Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  passing  Tvord^ 

But  as  Thou  dwellest  with  Thy  disciples,  Lord, 
Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free, 
Come,  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide  with  me. 

4  Come  not  in  terrors  as  the  King  of  kings. 

But  kind  and  good,  with  healing  on  Thy  wings; 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea ; 

0  Friend  of  sinners,  thus  abide  with  me! 

5  Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile. 
And,  though  rebellious  and  perverse  meanwhile. 
Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  Thee : 

On  to  the  close,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 

6  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour: 

AVhat  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's  power  ? 
AYho  like  Thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  0  abide  with  me  ! 

7  I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless  : 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 
Where  is  death's  sting?  where,  grave,  thy  victory  ? 

1  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me ! 

8  Hold  Thou  Thy  Cross  before  my  closing  eyes. 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies: 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  sha- 
dows flee  ; 

In  life,  in  death,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 

Henry  Francis  Lyte.  1847. 

552  Lucis  Creator  optime.  7^» 

1  Source  of  light  and  life  divine. 
Thou  didst  cause  Thy  light  to  shine; 
Thou  didst  bring  Thy  sunbeams  forth 
O'er  Thy  new-created  earth. 

2  Shade  of  night,  and  morning  ray, 
Took  from  Thee  the  name  of  day; 
Now  again  the  shades  are  nigh, 
Listen  to  our  mournful  cry. 

339 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

3  May  we  ne'er,  by  guilt  deprest, 
Lose  the  way  to  endless  rest ; 
May  no  thoughts  impure  and  vain 
Draw  our  souls  to  earth  again. 

4  Kather  lift  them  to  the  skies, 
Where  our  dear-bought  treasure  lies  ; 
Help  us  in  our  daily  strife, 

Make  us  struggle  into  life. 

5  Holy  Father,  holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Praise  and  glory  be  to  Thee 
Now  and  for  eternity. 

John  Chandler.  1837.  a. 
Tr.  Gregory,  ah.  600. 

553  a  31, 

1  Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 

Let  incense  flames  arise; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Awake,  our  love,  awake,  our  joy, 

Awake,  our  hearts  and  tongue: 
Sleep  not  when  mercies  loudly  call, 
Break  forth  into  a  song. 

3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 

Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  fleet  and  free  than  they. 

4  New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require  ; 
Till  we  shall  jjraise  Thee  as  we  would. 
Accept  our  heart's  desire. 

5  Lord  of  our  time,  whose  hand  hath  set 

New  time  upon  our  scoi-e ; 
Thee  may  we  praise  for  all  our  time, 
"When  time  shall  be  no  more  ! 

John  Mason.  1683.  a. 
390 


554: 

1  The  day  is  past  and  over : 
All  thanks,  0  Lord,  to  Thee ! 

I  pray  Thee  now,  that  sinless 
The  hours  of  dark  may  be. 
0  Jesus,  keep  me  in  Thy  sight, 
And  save  me  through  the  coming  night ! 

2  The  toils  of  day  are  over : 
I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee  : 

And  ask  that  free  from  peril 
The  hours  of  dark  may  be. 
0  Jesus,  make  their  darkness  light, 
And  guard  me  through  the  coming  night ! 

3  Be  Thou  my  soul's  Preserver, 
0  God !  for  Thou  dost  know 

How  many  are  the  perils 

Through  which  I  have  to  go. 
Lover  of  men,  0  hear  my  call, 
And  guard  and  save  me  from  them  all ! 

John  Ma8on  Neale.   1862.   a. 
Tr.  Anatolias.  ah.  450. 

555        Hinunter  ist  der  Sonne  Schein.     JL,  JLT. 

1  Now  that  the  sun's  last  beam  of  light 
Is  gone,  the  world  is  wrapt  in  night; 
Christ!  light  us  with  Thy  heavenly  ray, 
Nor  let  our  feet  in  darkness  stray. 

2  Thanks,  Lord,  that  Thou  throughout  the  day 
Hast  kept  all  grief  and  harm  away; 

That  angels  tarried  round  about 
Our  coming  in  and  going  out. 

3  Whate'er  of  wrong  we've  done  or  said, 
Let  not  the  charge  on  us  be  laid; 

That  through  Thy  free  forgiveness  blest. 
In  peaceful  slumber  we  may  rest. 

391 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

Thy  guardian  angels  round  us  place. 
All  evil  from  our  couch  to  chase  ; 
But  soul  and  body,  while  we  sleep, 
In  safety,  gracious  Father,  keep. 

Frances  Elizabeth  Cox.  1841.  a. 

Tr.  Nicholas  Hermann,  d.  1561. 


556  L.  M, 

1  All  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  Almighty  wings ! 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done : 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 

To  die,  that  this  vile  body  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  0  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close ; 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  0  when  shall  I,  in  endless  day, 
Forever  chase  dark  sleep  awaj', 
And  hymns  with  the  supernal  choir 
Incessant  sing,  and  never  tire  ? 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Thomas  Ken.  1700. 
392 


or,7  Ss. 

1  IxspiRER  anil  Hearer  of  prayer, 

Thou  Shepherd  and  Guardian  of  Thine, 
Mv  all  to  Thy  covenant  care 
I.  sleeping  or  waking,  resign. 

2  If  Thou  art  my  Sliield  and  my  Sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me; 
And  fast  as  my  minutes  roll  on, 
The}-  bring  me  but  nearer  to  Thee. 

?,  A  sovereign  Protector  I  have, 
Unseen,  yet  forever  at  hand; 
Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 
Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 

4  Ilis  smiles  and  His  comforts  abound, 
His  grace,  as  the  dew,  shall  descend; 
And  walls  of  salvation  surround 
The  soul  He  delights  to  defend. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady.  1776.  a. 

^  f  c  Q     1^     I*' 

1  THROrGH  the  day  Thy  Love  has  spared  us, 

Now  we  lay  us  down  to  rest ; 
Through  the  silent  watches  guard  us, 

Let  no  foe  our  peace  molest : 
Jesus,  Thou  our  Guardian  be; 
Sweet  it  is  to  trust  in  Thee. 

2  Pilgrims  here  on  earth,  and  strangers, 

Dwelling  in  the  midst  of  foes. 
Us  and  ours  preserve  from  dangers  : 

In  Thine  arms  may  we  repose ; 
And  when  life's  sad  day  is  past. 
Rest  with  Thee  in  heaven  at  last. 

Thomas  Kelly.  1806. 
25  393 


CHILDREN. 


CHILDREX. 

59  6, 4. 

1  Shepherd  of  tender  j-outh. 
Guiding  in  love  and  truth 

Through  devious  ways ; 
Christ,  our  triumphant  King, 
We  come  Thy  Name  to  sing. 
And  here  our  children  brings 

To  join  Thy  praise. 

2  Thou  art  our  holy  Lord, 
0  all-subduing  Word, 

Healer  of  strife  : 
Thou  didst  Thyself  abase, 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race. 

And  give  us  life. 

3  Ever  be  near  our  side, 

Our  Shepherd  and  our  Guide, 

Our  statf  and  song: 
Jesus,  Thou  Christ  of  God, 
By  Thine  enduring  Word, 
Lead  us  where  Thou  hast  trod ; 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

4  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 

(»■*  Sound  we  Thy  praises  high. 

And  joyful  sing: 
Let  all  the  holy  throng 
Who  to  Thy  Church  belong. 
Unite  and  swell  the  song 

To  Christ  our  King  ! 
Unknown.  1855.  a. 
From  Clement  of  Alexandria .  ah.  200. 


CHTLCREIf. 

560  Palm  Sunday.  7y  6, 

1  WnEy,  His  salvation  bringing, 

To  Zion  Jesus  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 

Ilosanna  to  His  Name. 
Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  Him, 

But  as  He  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  Him, 

And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 

2  And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  for  children  still, 
Though  now  as  King  He  reigneth 

On  Zioa's  heavenly  hill: 
"We'll  flock  around  His  banner, 

Who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  crj'  aloud,  "Hosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son." 

3  For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 

Might  well  hosanna  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words? 
No  !  while  our  hearts  are  tender. 

They,  too,  shall  be  the  Lord's. 

/ King.  1830. 

561  79. 

1  Jesus,  when  a  little  Child, 

Taught  us  what  we  ought  to  be; 
Holy,  harmless,  undefiled, 

AVas  the  Savior's  infancy: 
All  the  Father's  glory  shone 
In  the  person  of  Hij-S6n. 

,   -..Vno^u-.'  .  395 


CHILDREX. 

2  As  in  age  and  strength  He  grew, 

Heavenly  wisdom  filled  His  breast  j 
Crowds  attentive  round  Him  drew, 

Wondering  at  their  infant  Guest; 
Gazed  upon  His  lovely  face. 
Saw  Him  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  In  His  heavenly  Father's  house, 

Jesus  spent  His  early  days  ; 
There  He  paid  His  solemn  vows, 

There  proclaimed  His  Father's  praise; 
Thus  it  was  His  lot  to  gain 
Favor  both  with  God  and  man.  ■ 

4  Father,  guide  our  steps  aright 

In  the  way  that  Jesus  trod; 
May  it  be  our  great  delight 

To  obey  Thy  will,  0  God! 
Then  to  us  shall  soon  be  given 
Endless  bliss  with  Christ  in  heaA'en. 

Unknown.  1845. 

562  X.  31. 

1  0  HOLY  Lord,  content  to  dwell 

In  a  poor  home,  a  lowly  Child, 
"With  meek  obedience  noting  well 
Each  bidding  of  Thy  mother  mild; 

2  Lead  every  child  that  bears  Thy  name 

To  walk  in  Thy  pure  upright  way, 
To  shun  the  paths  of  sin  and  shame. 
And  humbly,  like  Thyself,  obey. 

3  Let  not  this  world's  unhallowed  glow 

The  fresh  baptismal  seal  etface, 
Nor  blast  of  sin  too  rudely  blow, 

And  quench  the  trembling  flame  of  grace. 

4  Gather  Thy  lambs  within  Thine  arm, 

And  gently  in  Thy  bosom  bear ; 
..,.  Protect  them  still  from  hurt  and  harm, 

And  bid  them  rest  forever  there. 
396 


CHILDREX. 

•%  So  shall  they,  waiting  here  below, 

Like  Thee,  their  Lord,  a  little  span, 
In  wisdom  and  in  stature  grow. 

And  favor  both  with  God  and  man. 

William  Walsham  How.  1860.  a. 

563  a  M. 

1  0  Thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 
I  Within  Thy  Father's  shrine, 

Whose  years,  with  changeless  virtue  crowned, 
Were  all  alike  divine; 

2  Dependent  on  Thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  Thine  own ! 

Reginald  Heher.  1827. 


564: 


1  Lamb  of  God,  I  look  to  Thee; 
Thou  shalt  my  Example  be ; 
Thou  art  gentle,  meek,  and  mild, 
Thou  wast  once  a  little  Child. 

2  Fain  I  would  be  as  Thou  art; 
Give  me  Thy  obedient  heart. 
Thou  art  pitiful  and  kind; 
Let  me  have  Thy  loving  mind. 

3  Loving  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb, 
In  Thy  gracious  hands  I  am. 
Make  me,  Savior,  what  Thou  art. 
Live  Thyself  within  my  heart. 

4  I  shall  then  show  forth  Thy  praise. 
Serve  Thee  all  my  happy  days  : 
Then  the  world  shall  always  see 
Christ,  the  holy  Child,  in  me. 

C:  Wesley.  1742. 

397 


CHILDREX. 

5GiJ  Weil  ich  Jesu  Schdflein  bin.  '^s* 

1  Skeing  I  am  Jesus'  lamb. 
Ever  glad  at  heart  I  am 

O'er  my  Shepherd  kind  and  good, 
Who  provides  me  daily  food, 
And  His  lamb  by  name  doth  call, 
For  He  knows  and  loves  us  all. 

2  Guided  by  His  gentle  staff 
Where  the  sunny  pastures  laugh, 
I  go  in  and  out  and  feed, 
Lacking  nothing  that  I  need. 
"When  I  thirst,  my  feet  He  brings 
To  the  fresh  and  living  springs.    ■ 

3  Shall  I  not  rejoice  for  this  ? 
He  is  mine,  and  I  am  His : 

And  when  these  bright  days  are  past, 
Safely  in  His  arms  at  last 
He  will  bear  me  home  to  heaven  ; 
Ah,  what  joy  hath  Jesus  given  ! 

Miss  Winkworth.  1858. 

Tr.  Louise  Henriette  von  Ilayn,  1778. 

S66  8,  7. 

1  Savior,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding 

With  the  Shepherd's  kindest  care. 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  Thy  bosom  share; 

2  Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 

Fold  them  in  Thy  gracious  arm ; 
There,  we  know.  Thy  Word  believing. 
Only*  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never,  from  Thy  pasture  roving. 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey; 
Let  Thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  through  life's  dangerous  way. 
393 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 


4  Then  within  Thy  fold  eterna! 
Let  them  find  a  resting-place; 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  the  rivers  of  Thy  grace. 

William  Aujuetus  Muhlenherg.   182C. 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

507  CM. 

1  Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  praj^er  and  praise  agree; 
And  seem  by  Thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  Thee. 

3  There,  if  Thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
0  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God! 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Xor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life. 

Sweet  Source  of  light  divine, 

And.  all  harmonious  names  in  one. 

My  Savior, — Thou  art  mine  ! 

6  "What  thanks  I  owe  Thee,  and  what  love, 

A  boundless,  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above 
When  time  shall  be  no  more  I 

William  Cowper.  1779. 
399 


PRIVATE  DEYOTIOX. 

568  C.  M. 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear. 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead 
AVhere  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore. 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

Phmhe  H.  Brown.  1826. 

569  a  M. 

1  Do  not  I  love  Thee,  0  my  Lord? 

Behold  my  heart,  and  see ; 
And  cast  each  idol  from  its  throne, 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 

2  Is  not  Thy  Name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound. 
My  Savior's  voice  to  hear  ? 

3  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  Thy  flock, 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  Thou  a  foe,  before  whose  face 
I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead  ? 
400 


PRIVATE  DEVOTION. 

4  Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord; 
But  0,  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys. 
That  I  may  love  Thee  more. 

Doddridt/e.  1755.  it. 

570  G,  4, 

1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Xearer  to  Thee ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

2  Though,  like  the  wanderer. 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me. 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

3  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  mo 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bi-ight  with  Thy  praise. 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

401 


PRIVATE  DEVOTION. 

5   Or  if  on  joyful  wing 
Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun.  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upwards  I  fly; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

Sarah  Floicer  Adams.  1848. 

71  In  Sickness.  C,  M, 

1  When  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains,     ^ 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  His  Love  : 
Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down  ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  His  Blood 
My  debt  of  suffering  paid. 

5  Sweet  in  His  Righteousness  to  stand. 

Which  saves  from  second  death ; 
Sweet  to*experience,  day  by  day, 
His  Spirit's  quickening  breath. 

6  Sweet  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest. 

Whose  Love  can  never  end; 
Sweet  on  His  covenant  of  grace         :'  ' 
For  all  things  to  depend. 
402 


IN  SICKNESS  AND  AGE. 

7  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  His  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  pa.ssive  in  His  hands, 
And  kno'.y  no  will  but  His. 

8  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  Fountain  be, 
"Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  Thee! 

Augustus  M.  Toplacly.  1777.  a. 

572  For  the  Aged.  C,  P,  31, 

1  With  years  opprest,  with  sorrow  worn, 
Dejected,  harassed,  sick,  forlorn. 

To  Thee,  0  God,  I  pray : 
To  Thee  my  withered  hands  arise, 
To  Thee  I  lift  these  failing  eyes ; 

0  cast  me  not  away ! 

2  Thy  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer: 
Thy  Love,  with  all  a  mother's  care, 

Sustained  my  childish  days  : 
Thy  goodness  watched  my  ripening  youth, 
And  formed  my  heart  to  love  Thy  truth. 

And  filled  my  lips  with  praise. 

?•  0  Savior,  has  Thy  grace  declined  ? 
Can  years  affect  the  eternal  Mind, 

Or  time  its  Love  decay? 
A  thousand  ages  in  Thy  sight. 
And  all  their  long  and  weary  flight, 
Are  gone  like  yesterday. 

A  Then,  even  in  age  and  grief,  Thy  Kame 
Shall  still  my  languid  heart  inflame, 

And  bow  my  faltering  knee  : 
0  yet  this  bosom  feels  the  fire ; 
This  trembling  hand  and  drooping  lyre 
Have  yet  a  strain  for  Thee ! 

403 


DEATH  AND  ETERNITY. 

Yes,  broken,  tuneless,  still,  0  Lord, 
This  voice,  transported,  shall  record 

Thy  goodness,  tried  so  long  : 
Till,  sinking  slow  with  calm  decay, 
Its  feeble  murmurs  melt  away 

Into  a  seraph's  song. 

Sir  Robert  Grant,  li 


PREPAEATION  FOR  DEATH. 

573  PSALM  90  CM. 

1  Our  God,  our  Help  in  ages  past, 

Our  Hope  for  years  to  come  ; 
Our  Shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  Home  ! 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure ; 
Sufiicient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame,       :  .lA 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust: 

"Return,  ye  sons  of  men;" 
All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again.  ,, 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream,  \ 

Bear^  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

6  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  stand, 

Pleased  with  the  morning  light : 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night. 
404 


PREPAUATION  FOR  DEATH. 

7  Our  God,  our  Help  in  ages  past, 
Our  TTope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  Thou  our  Guard  while  troubles  last. 
And  our  eternal  Home! 

Watts.  1719. 

r^  a  31. 

\   Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 
And  humbly  own  to  Thee, 
IIow  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 
2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still. 
As  days  and  months  increase ; 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 
'6  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
The  breath  that  iirst  it  gave : 
"What e'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
•  We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground. 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  hume. 

5  Great  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

-Hang  everlasting  things ! 
The  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endless  woe 

Attends  on  every  breath ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

Watte.  1709. 
405 


DEATH  AND  ETE UNITY. 

575  CM, 

1  Let  otliers  boast  how  strong  they  be, 

Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 
But  we'll  confess,  0  Lord,  to  Theo, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 

And  ilourish  bright  and  gay  : 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land. 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies  if  one  be  wrong. 
Strange,  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  formed  us  first. 

Salvation  to  the  almighty  Name 

That  reared  us  from  the  dust ! 

5  "While  we  have  breath,  or  life,  or  tongues, 

Our  Maker  we'll  adore. 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs. 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more. 

Watts.  1"09.  a, 

576  S.M. 

1        A  FEW  more  years  shall  roll, 

A  few  more  seasons  come, 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest, 

Asleep  within  the  tomb: 

Then,  0  my  Lord,  prepare  '-' 

MyiSoul  for  that  great  day  ; 
0  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  Blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away  ! 

;  5  J9^  oT  X  few  more  storms  shall  beat 
Jff'-i  ^^f^On  this  wild,  rocky  shore, 

And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more. 


PREPARATION   FOR   DEATII. 

A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 

And  we  shall  weep  no  more. 
3         'T  is  but  a  little  while 

And  lie  shall  come  again, 
"Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 

That  we  with  Him  may  reign  : 

Then,  0  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  glad  day  ; 
0  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  Blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away  ! 
' ;  Horatius  Bonar.  1S56. 

,j77  10s, 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  alway ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way : 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer^ 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway ;  no,  welcome  the  tomb  ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom  : 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  Him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  "Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God? 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

*"\Vhere  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 
plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : 

5  "Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Savior  and  brethx-en  transported  to  greet  ; 
"While  the  songs  of  salvation  unceasingly  roll,     ■* 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul  I 

William  Augustus  Mulilenherg.  1824. 
40  T 


DEATH    AND    ETERNITT. 

*j7S  Gravi  me  terrore  pulsas.  8f7» 

1  0  WHAT  terror  in  thy  forethought, 

Ending  scene  of  mortal  life ! 
Heart  is  sickened,  reins  are  loosened, 

Thrills  each  nerve,  with  terror  rife, 
When  the  anxious  heart  depicteth 

All  the  anguish  of  the  strife  ! 

2  Christ,  unconquered  King  of  g!ory  ! 

Thou  my  wretched  soul  relieve 
In  that  last  extremest  terror 

"Where  the  body  she  must  leave  : 
Let  the  Accuser  of  the  brethren 
O'er  me  then  no  power  receive  ! 
r,  Let  the  Prince  of  darkness  vanish, 
And  Gehenna's  legions  fly  ! 
Shepherd,  Thou  Thy  sheep,  thus  ransomed, 

To  Thy  country  lead  on  high, 
Where  forever  in  fruition 
I  may  see  Thee  eye  to  eye ! 

John  Masou  KeaJe.  1851. 
Tr.  Peter  Damian.  d.  1072. 

579  L,M,  6  1, 

Mein  Gott,  ich  toeiss  tvohl  das  ich  sterbe. 

1  My  God,  I  know  that  I  must  die : 

My  mortal  life  is  passing  hence; 
On  earth  I  neither  hope  nor  try 

To  find  a  lasting  residence. 
Then  teach  me  by  Thy  heavenly  grace 
With  joy  and  peace  my  death  to  face. 

2  My  God,*  I  know  not  when  I  die; 

What  is  the  moment  or  the  hour; 
How  soon  the  clay  may  broken  lie, 
How  quickly  pass  away  the  flower  : 
'         Then  may  Thy  child  prepared  be 
Through  time  to  meet  eternity. 
408 


i 


PKEPARATIOX  FOR  DEATH. 

3  My  God,  I  know  not  hoic  I  die; 

_  For  death  has  many  ways  to  oome, 

I        In  dark  mysterious  agony, 

I  Or  gently  as  a  sleep  to  some. 

I        Just  as  Thou  wilt,  if  but  it  be 

f         To  bring  me,  blessed  Lord,  to  Thee  ! 

4  My  God,  I  know  not  tchere  I  die, 

Where  is  my  grave,  beneath  what  strand ; 
Yet  from  its  gloom  I  do  rely 

To  be  delivered  by  Thy  hand. 
Content,  I  take  what  spot  is  mine, 
Since  all  the  earth,  my  Lord,  is  Thine. 

5  My  gracious  God,  when  I  must  die, 

0  bear  my  happy  soul  above, 
With  Christ,  my  Lord,  eternally 

To  share  Thy  glory  and  Thy  Love : 
Then  comes  it  right  and  well  to  me, 
When,  where,  and  how  my  death  shall  be^ 
H.  L.  L.  1853.  a. 
Tr,  Benjamin  Schmolk.  d.  1737. 

i>80  L,3I,6l. 

Ich  iveiss  es  wird  mein  Ende  kommen. 

1  I  KNOW  my  end  must  surely  come. 

But  know  not  when,  or  where,  or  how. 
It  may  be  I  shall  hear  my  doom 

To-night,  to-morrow,  nay,  or  now  J 
Ere  yet  this  present  hour  is  fled,     " 
This  living  body  may  be  dead. 

2  Lord  Jesus,  let  me  daily  die, 

And  at  the  last  Thy  presence  give; 
Then  Death  his  utmost  power  may  try, 

He  can  but  make  me  truly  live.  , 

Then  welcome  my  last  hour  shall  be, 
When,  where,  and  how  it  pleases  Thee. 
Mu8  Winkworth.  1858. 
Tr.  Solomon  Franck.   1711. 
26  409 


DEATH  AXD  ETERNITY. 

"SSI  L,31, 

Wer  weisz  wie  nahe  mir  mein  Ende. 

1  Who  knows  how  near  my  end  may  be? 

Time  speeds  away,  and  death  comes  on. 
How  swiftly,  ah,  how  suddenly. 

May  death  be  here,  and  life  be  gone  ! 
My  God,  for  Jesus'  sake  I  pray 
Thy  peace  may  bless  my  dying  day. 

2  Teach  me  to  ponder  oft  my  end. 

And  ere  the  hour  of  death  appears, 

To  cast  my  soul  on  Christ  her  Friend, 

Nor  spare  repentant  cries  and  tears. 

3  And  let  me  now  so  order  all, 

That  ever  ready  I  may  be 
To  say  with  joy,  whate'er  befall. 

Lord,  do  Thou  as  Thou  wilt  with  me. 

4  0  Father,  cover  all  my  sins 

With  Jesus'  merits,  who  alone 
The  pardon  that  I  covet  wins. 

And  makes  His  long-sought  Rest  my  own. 

5  From  Him  can  naught  my  soul  divide, 

Nor  life  nor  death  can  part  us  now  : 
I  lay  my  hand  upon  His  side, 

And  say,  my  Lord  and  God  art  Thou ! 
C  In  holy  Baptism  long  ago 

I  joined  me  to  the  living  Vine. 
Thou  lovest  me  in  Him,  I  know, 

In  Him  Thou  dost  accept  me  Thine. 
7  And  I  have  eaten  of  His  Flesh 

Ancl  drunk  his  Blood;  nor  can  I  be 
Forsaken  now,  nor  doubt  afresh, 
I  am  in  Him  and  He  in  me. 

S  Then  death  may  come  or  tarry  yet; 
I  know  in  Christ  I  perish  not. 
He  never  will  His  own  forget ; 
410         He  gives  me  robes  without  a  spot. 


I 


PREPARATION  FOR  DEATH. 

And  thi;s  I  live  in  God  at  peace, 

And  die  vrithout  a  thought  of  fear, 
Content  to  take  what  God  decrees, 

For  through  His  Son  my  faith  is  clear; 
His  grace  shall  be  in  death  my  stay. 
And  peace  shall  bless  my  dying  day. 
Miss   Winh-icorth.  1858. 
Tr.  Emilia  Juliana,  Countess  of 
Schwarzhurg  Eudohtadt.  1686. 

582  Iambic  8,  7. 

Wenn  mein  Stllndldn  vorhanden  ist. 

1  "Whex  my  last  hour  is  close  at  hand, 

My  last  sad  journey  taken. 
Do  Thou,  Lord  Jesus  !  by  me  stand. 

Let  me  not  be  forsaken. 
0  Lord,  my  spirit  I  resign 
Into  Thy  loving  hands  divine; 

Tis  safe  within  Thy  keeping. 

2  Countless  as  sands  upon  the  shore, 

My  sins  may  then  appall  me ; 
Yet,  though  my  conscience  vex  me  sore. 

Despair  shall  not  enthrall  me  : 
For  as  I  draw  mv  latest  breath, 
I'll  think,  Lord  Christ !  upon  Thy  Death, 

And  there  find  consolation. 

3  I  shall  not  in  the  grave  remain, 

Since  Thou  death's  bonds  hast  severed; 
But  hope  with  Thee  to  rise  again, 

From  fear  of  death  delivered. 
For  where  Thou  art,  there  I  shall  be, 
That  I  may  ever  live  with  Thee  : 

This  is  my  joy  in  dying. 

4  And  so  to  Jesus  Christ  111  go. 

My  longing  arms  extending; 
So  fall  asleep  in  slumber  deep. 
Slumber  that  knows  no  ending, 

411 


DEATH  AND  ETERNITY. 

Till  Jesus  Christ,  God's  only  Son, 
Opens  the  gates  of  bliss,  leads  on 
To  Heaven,  to  life  eternal. 

Edgar  Alfred  Bowring.  IS 5-.  a. 
Tr.  Nicholas  Hermann.  1560. 

583  X.  M.  6  I, 

1  When  the  last  agony  draws  nigh, 

My  spirit  sinks  in  bitter  fear  : 
Courage  !  I  conquer  though  I  die, 

For  Christ  with  death  once  wrestled  here. 
Thy  strife,  0  Christ,  with  death's  dark  power 
Upholds  me  in  this  fearful  hour. 

2  In  faith  I  hide  myself  in  Thee  ; 

I  shall  not  perish  in  the  strife  ; 
I  share  Thy  war.  Thy  victory, 

And  death  is  swallowed  up  of  Life. 
Thy  strife,  0  Christ,  with  death  of  yore 
.  .  .Hath  conquered,  and  I  fear  no  more. 

Miss  Winhworth.  1855. 
From  the  German. 

584:  L,  M.  6  I. 

Herr  Jesu  Christ,  wehr^r  Mensch  iind  Gott. 

1  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  true  Man  and  God, 
Who  borest  anguish,  scorn,  the  rod, 
And  diedst  at  last  upon  the  Tree, 

To  bring  Thy  Father's  grace  to  me : 
I  pray  Thee,  through  that  bitter  woe, 
Let  me,  a  sinner,  mercy  know. 

2  When  comes  the  hour  of  failing  breath, 
And  I  must  wrestle,  Lord,  with  death, 
When'  from  my  sight  all  fades  away. 
And  when  my  tongue  no  more  can  say, 
And  when  mine  ears  no  more  can  hear, 
And  when  my  heart  is  racked  with  fear  ; 

412 


I 


PREPARATION  FOR  DEATH. 

3  When  all  my  mind  is  darkened  o'er. 
And  human  help  can  do  no  more; 
Then  come,  Lord  Jesus !  come  with  speed, 
And  help  me  in  my  hour  of  need; 
Lead  me  from  this  dark  vale  beneath, 
And  shorten  then  the  pangs  of  death. 

4  Joyful  my  Resurrection  be. 
Thou  in  the  Judgment  plead  for  me. 
And  hide  my  sins,  Lord,  from  Thy  face, 
And  give  me  Life,  of  Thy  dear  grace  ! 

I  trust  Thee  utterly,  my  Lord, 

For  Thou  hast  promised  in  Thy  Word ! 

5  Dear  Lord,  forgive  us  all  our  guilt ; 
Help  us  to  wait  until  Thou  wilt 
That  we  depart;  and  let  our  faith 

Be  brave,  and  conquer  even  in  death  : 
Firm  resting  on  Thy  sacred  Word, 
Until  we  sleep  in  Thee,  our  Lord. 

Mi88  Winkworth.  1855. 

Tr.  Paul  Eber.   1557. 

In  near  prospect  of  Death. 
58S  Mein  Oott,  in  JDeine  Hdnde.         C,  3T, 

1  My  God,  to  Thee  I  now  commend 

My  soul :  for  Thou,  0  Lord, 
Dost  live  and  love  me  without  end. 
And  wilt  perform  Thy  word. 

2  To  whon>  else  should  I  make  my  plea, 

That  heavenly  life  be  mine  ? 
All  souls,  my  God,  belong  to  Thee ; 
My  soul  is  also  Thine. 

3  Thou  gavest  my  spirit  at  my  birth ; 

Take  back  what  Thou  hast  given  ; 
And  with  the  Lord  I  served  on  earth 
Grant  me  to  live  in  heaven. 

413 


DEATH  AND  ETERNITY. 

4  My  soul  is  sprinkled  with  the  Blood 

Thy  Son  hath  shed  for  us, 
And  in  Thy  sight  is  pure  and  good, 
Adorned  and  radiant  thus. 

5  Thou  my  Deliverer  wast  of  yore ; 

From  sin  Thou  madest  me  free  : 
Now,  faithful  God,  do  Thou  once  more 
In  death  deliver  me. 

6  Thou  livest  and  lovest  without  end, 

And  dost  perform  Thy  word  : 
My  parting  soul  I  now  commend 
To  Thee,  my  God  and  Lord ! 
Miss  Winkworth.  1855. 
Tr.  Philip  Frederic  Hiller.  1765. 

586  0  Herre  Gott,  ich  ruf  zu  Dir.   L,  M.  6  L 

1  0  Lord  my  God,  I  cry  to  Thee  ! 
In  my  distress  Thou  helpest  me. 
To  Thee  myself  I  all  cammend  : 
0  swiftly  now  Thine  angel  send 

To  guide  me  home,  and  cheer  my  heart, 
Since  Thou  dost  call  me  to  depart ! 

2  0  Jesus  Christ,  Thou  Lamb  of  God, 
Once  slain  to  take  away  our  load  ! 
Now  let  Thy  Cross,  Thine  agony. 
Avail  to  save  and  solace  me  : 

Thy  Death  to  open  heaven,  and  there 
Bid  me  the  joy  of  angels  share. 

3  0  Holy  Spirit,  at  the  end. 

Sweet  Qomforter,  be  Thou  my  Friend ! 
When  death  and  hell  assail  me  sore. 
Leave  me,  0  leave  me  nevermore. 
But  bear  me  safely  through  the  strife, 
As  Thou  hast  promised,  into  Life  ! 

Miss  Winhicortli.  1858. 
Tr.  Nicholas  Selnecker.imi, 
414 


BURIAL. 

oS7  C.  31. 

1  Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 

Is  equal  -warning  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven. 

2  Their  names  are  graven  on  the  stone, 

Their  bones  are  in  the  clay; 
And  ere  another  day  is  done 
Ourselves  may  be  as  they. 

3  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze. 

He  lurks  in  every  flower ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease. 
Its  peril  ever  hour. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay, 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

5  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  towards  the  tomb ; 
Aud  still  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage. 
And  di-eams  of  days  to  come  ? 

6  Turn,  mortal,  turn!  thy  danger  know; 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  l)elow. 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead. 

7  Turn,  Christian,  turn  !  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  divinely  given  : 
The  bones  that  underneath  thee  lie 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven, 

Eeginald  Heher.  1827. 

^788  lis. 

1  Things  of  the  earth  in  the  earth  let  us  lay. 
Ashes  with  ashes,  the  dust  with  the  clay: 
But  lift  up  the  heart,  and  the  eye,  and  the  love. 
Lift  up  the  soul  to  the  regions  above ! 

415 


DEATH  AND  ETERNITY. 

2  Since  He,  the  Immortal,  hath  entered  the  gate. 
So  too  shall  we  mortals,  or  sooner  or  late. 
Stand  we  on  Christ :  let  us  mark  Him  ascend, 
Whose  is  the  glory  and  life  without  end. 

3-  There  with  His  own  ones,  the  Giver  of  good, 
Blessing  them  once  more,  a  little  while  stood: 
Nothing  can  part  us,  nor  distance,  nor  foes. 
For  lo  !  He  is  with  us,  and  who  can  oppose  ? 

4  So,  Lord,  we  commit  this  our  brother  to  Thee, 
"Whose  body  is  dead,  but  whose  spirit  is  free : 
We  know  that,  through  grace,  when  our  life  here 

is  done, 
We  live  ever  in  Thee,  and  forever  in  one. 

5  All  glory  to  Thee,  Father,  Spirit,  and  Son, 
Who  Three  art  in  person,  in  substance  but  One, 
In  Whom  we  have  victory  over  the  grave, 
Who  lovest  Thy  people  to  pardon  and  save. 

John  Mason  Neale.  1864.  a. 
Frovi  the  Greek. 

o89      Ach,  wie  so  sanft  entschlafest  du.     C,  31, 

1  At  length  released  from  many  woes. 

How  sweetly  dost  thou  sleep  ! 
How  calm  and  peaceful  thy  repose. 
While  Christ  thy  soul  doth  keep  ! 

2  In  earth's  wide  field  thy  body  now 

We  sow,  which  lifeless  lies. 
In  sut-e  and  certain  hope  that  thou 
More  glorious  shalt  arise. 

3  Then  rest  thee  in  thy  lowly  bed, 

Nor  shall  our  hearts  repine. 
Thy  toils  and  woes  are  finished : 
A  happy  lot  is  thine. 
416 


( 


BURIAL. 

4  The  Bridegroom  will  not  long  delay; 

The  Shepherd  soon  will  come, 
And  take  His  cherished  lamb  away 
To  His  eternal  home. 

5  Blest,  who  hare  Jesus'  love  esteemed 

O'er  every  earthly  thing; 
For  none  of  all  His  flock  redeemed 

Will  Jesus  fail  to  bring. 

Frances  Elizabeth  Cox.  1841.  a, 
Tr.  Gottfried  Neumatm.  1778. 

390  L.  M. 

1  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose. 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus !  0  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet  ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  Death  has  lost  his  venomed  sting! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest : 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Savior's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  0,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie. 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Affects  this  precious  hiding-place: 
On  Indian  plains  or  Lapland  snows 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Mrs.  Mackay.  1835. 
417 


DEATH    AND    ETERNITY. 

:j91  a  31, 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  Ilis  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Xor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
There  hopes  unfading  bloom.-- 

4  The  graves  of  all  His  saints  He  blessed. 

And  softened  every  bed  : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest. 
But  with  their  dying  Head? 

5  Thence  He  arose,  ascending  high. 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly 
At  the  great  rising-day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound. 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 

Watts.  irOQ.  a. 

592         ^  ar,3i, 

1  If  death  our  friends  and  us  divide, 
Thou  dost  not.  Lord,  our  sorrow  chide, 

Or  frown  our  tears  to  see ; 
Restrained  from  passionate  excess, 
Thou  bidd'st  us  mourn  in  calm  distress 
For  them  that  rest  in  Thee. 
418 


1 


"We  feel  a  strong  immortal  hope, 
"Which  bears  our  mournful  spirits  up 

Beneath  their  mountain  load; 
Redeemed  from  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 
We  soon  shall  find  our  friend  again 

"Within  the  arms  of  God. 
Pass  a  few  fleeting  moments  more, 
And  death  the  blessing  shall  restore 

"Which  death  has  snatched  away; 

For  us  Thou  wilt  the  summons  send, 

And  give  us  back  our  parted  friend, 

In  that  eternal  day. 

C.  Wesley.  1762.  a. 

593  7s, 

1  Hark  !  a  voice  divides  the  sky; 

Happy  are  the  faithful  dead, 
In  the  Lord  who  sweetly  die; 

They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed. 

2  Them  the  Spirit  hath  declared 

Blest,  unutterably  blest; 
Jesus  is  their  great  Reward, 
Jesus  is  their  endless  Rest. 

3  Followed  by  their  works,  they  go 

Where  their  Head  had  gone  before ; 
Reconciled  by  grace  below, 

Grace  hath  opened  mercy's  door. 

4  Justified  through  faith  alone, 

Here  the}'  knew  their  sins  forgiven ; 
Here  they  laid  their  burden  down. 
Hallowed  and  made  meet  for  heaven. 

5  When  from  flesh  the  spirit  freed 

Hastens  homeward  to  return, 
Mortals  cry,  "A  man  is  dead!" 
Angels  sing,  "A  child  is  born  !" 

C.  Wesleij.  1742. 
419 


DEATH   AND   ETERXITT. 

594:  7s. 

1  Blessixg,  honor,  thanks,  and  praise, 

Pay  we,  gracious  God,  to  Thee ; 
Thou,  in  Thine  abundant  grace, 
Givest  us  the  victory ! 

2  True  and  faithful  to  Thy  word, 

Thou  hast  glorified  Thy  Son ; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  dying  Lord, 
He  for  us  the  fight  hath  won. 

3  Lo,  the  prisoner  is  released, 

Lightened  of  his  fleshly  load: 
Where  the  weary  are  at  rest, 
He  is  gathered  into  God! 

4  Lo,  the  pain  of  life  is  past, 

AH  his  warfare  now  is  o'er ; 
Death  and  hell  behind  are  cast, 
Grief  and  suffering  are  no  more. 

5  Yes,  the  Christian's  course  is  run, 

Ended  is  the  glorious  strife ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  work  is  done, 
Death  is  swallowed  up  of  Life ! 

C.  Wesley.  1742. 

595  Death  of  a  Child.  7s, 

1  Wherefore  should  I  make  my  moa,n, 

Now  the  darling  child  is  dead? 
He  to  early  rest  is  gone. 

He  to  paradise  is  fled: 
I  shall  go  to  him,  but  ho 
Never  shall  return  to  me. 

2  God  forbids  his  longer  stay  ; 

God  recalls  the  precious  loan  ,• 
God  hath  taken  him  away 

From  my  bosom  to  His  own  : 
Surely  what  He  wills  is  best; 
Happy  in  His  will  I  rest. 
430 


3  Faith  cries  out,  It  is  the  Lord, 

Let  Him  do  as  seems  Him  good! 
Be  Thy  holy  Name  adored ; 

Take  the  gift  awhile  bestowed; 
Take  the  child  no  longer  mine; 
Thine  he  is,  forever  Thine. 

C.  Wesley.  1749. 

596         Outer  Hirt,  Du  hast  gestillet.     7,  8,  7, 

1  Gentle  Shepherd,  Thou  hast  stilled 

Now  Thy  little  lamb's  long  weeping : 
Ah  how  peaceful,  pale,  and  mild, 

In  its  narrow  Ijed  'tis  sleeping ! 
And  no  sigh  of  anguish  sore 
Heaves  that  little  bosom  more. 

2  In  this  world  of  care  and  pain. 

Lord,  Thou  wouldst  no  longer  leave  it : 
To  the  sunny  heavenly  plain 

Dost  Thou  now  in  joy  receive  it. 
Clothed  in  robes  of  spotless  white, 
Now  it  dwells  with  Thee  in  light. 

3  Ah,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  that  we 

Where  it  lives  may  soon  be  living, 
And  the  lovely  pastures  see 

That  its  heavenly  food  are  giving. 
Then  the  gain  of  death  we'll  prove, 
Though  Thou  take  what  most  we  love. 

Miss   Winkicorth.  1858. 
Tr.  '■ Meinhold. 


RESURRECTION. 

397  S.M. 

1       AxD  must  this  body  die. 
This  mortal  frame  decay? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay? 

421 


DEATH  AND  ETERNITT. 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 
Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 

Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  often  from  the  skies 

Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  He  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 
Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine. 

And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jesus'  dying  Love  : 

"We  would  adore  His  grace  below, 
And  sing  His  power  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 
Of  these  our  humble  songs. 

Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
"With  our  immortal  tongues. 

drafts.  1709. 

'>98  a  M. 

1  Throtigh  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path. 

Amid  the  deepening  gloom. 

We  soldiers  of  an  injured  King 

Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more. 

And  all  our  powers  decay. 

Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 

Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat. 
Unheeded  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 
422 


RESURRECTION. 

4  Yet  not  thus  thus  lifeless,  thus  inane, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie, 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes  too,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise,  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burst 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

Henry  Kirhe   White.  180G. 

o09  H,  31, 

1  My  life's  a  shade,  my  days 

Apace  to  death  decline  : 
My  Lord  is  Life;  He'll  raise 
My  dust  again,  even  mine. 
Sweet  truth  to  me  !         |    And  with  these  eyes 
I  shall  arise,  |         My  Savior  see. 

2  My  i^eaceful  grave  shall  keep 

My  bones  till  that  sweet  day; 
I  shall  awake  from  sleep 
And  leave  my  bed  of  clay. 
Sweet  truth  to  me  !         I    And  with  these  eyes 
I  shall  arise,  |        My  Savior  see. 

3  Then  welcome,  harmless  grave  ! 

By  thee  to  heaven  I'll  go  : 
My  Savior's  Death  shall  save 
Me  from  the  flames  below. 
Sweet  truth  to  me  !         I    And  with  these  eyes 
I  shall  arise,  |         My  Savior  see. 

Samuel  Grossman.  IGQi.  a. 
423 


DEATH    AND   ETERNITY. 

600  PSALM  17.  X.  M, 

1  What  sinners  value  I  resign  : 

Lord,  'tis  enougli  that  Thou  art  mine ! 
I  shall  behold  Thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  showj 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  : 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

3  0  glorious  hour  !  0  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Savior's  image  rise. 

\Yatt8.  1719. 

GOl  a  31. 

1  'Tis  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope, 

That  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

2  There  shall  my  disimprisoned  soul 

Behold  Him  and  adore; 
Be  with  His  likeness  satisfied, 
And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 
.3  Shall  see  Him  wear  that  very  flesh 
On  which  my  guilt  was  lain ; 
His  Love  intense,  His  merit  fresh, 
As  though  but  newly  slain. 
4  Soon  too  my  slumbering  dust  shall  hear 
The  trumpet's  quickening  sound; 
And,  by  my  Savior's  power  rebuilt. 
At  His  right  hand  be  found. 
424 


RES0RRECTIOX. 

5  These  eves  shall  see  Ilim  in  that  day, 

The  Lord  that  died  for  me  : 
And  all  my  rising  bones  shall  say, 
Lord,  who  is  like  to  Thee ! 

6  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds, 

Weak  as  it  is  below, 
What  raptures  must  the  Church  above 
In  Jesus'  presence  know  ! 

Auffustus  M.  Tujjlady.  1777 


G02 


4^ 

1  "  Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay : 

Lingering  dust,  resign  thy  breath  ! 
Spirit,  cast  thy  chains  away  ; 

Dust,  be  thou  dissolved  in  death !" 
Thus  the  mighty  Savior  speaks, 

While  the  faithful  Christian  dies ; 
Thus  the  bonds  of  life  he  breaks, 

And  the  ransomed  captive  flies. 

2  "  Prisoner,  long  detained  below^ 

Prisoner,  now  with  freedom  blest  ; 
Welcome  from  a  world  of  woe. 

Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest !" 
Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sing. 

As  they  bear  the  soul  on  high. 
While  with  hallelujahs  ring 

All  the  regions  of  the  sky. 

3  Grave,  the  guardian  of  our  dust. 

Grave,  the  treasury  of  the  skies, 
Every  atom  of  thy  trust 

Rests  in  hope  again  to  rise.         •  - 
Hark  !  the  judgment-trumpet  calls, 
"Soul,  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay; 
Immortality  thy  walls. 
And  eternity  thy  day!" 

James  Montgoynery.  1803.  a. 
27  425 


DEATH   AND    ETERNITY. 

JUDGMENT. 

603  X.  31. 

1  The  Lord  will  come  !  the  earth  shall  quake, 
The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake ; 

And  withering,  from  the  vault  of  night 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come  !  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  He  came, 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 

The  bruised,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead. 

3  The  Lord  will  come !  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind. 
Anointed  Judge  of  human  kind  ! 

4  Can  this  be  He  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway. 

By  power  opprest,  and  mocked  by  pride  ? 
0"God,  is  This  the  Crucified? 

5  Go,  tyrants,  to  the  rocks  complain  ! 
Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain ! 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb. 
Shall  sing  for  joy,  the  Lord  is  come ! 

Reginald  Heber.  1S27. 

604  8,7. 

1  Lo  !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ! 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train. 

Hallelujah! 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  j 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  Him, 
.426 


JUDGMENT. 

Pierced  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

0  The  dear  tokens  of  His  Passion 

Still  his  dazzling  Body  bears: 
Cause  of  endless  exultation 
To  His  ransomed  worshippers  ; 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  these  glorious  scars  ! 
4  Yea,  Amen  !  let  all  adore  Thee, 
High  on  Thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Savior,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own ! 

Come,  Lord  Jesus ! 
Everlasting  God,  come  down  ! 

C.  Wesley.  1758.    a. 

60.5  Iambic  Sf  7i 

1  Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 

The  end  of  things  created ! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear. 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated. 
The  trumpet  sounds:  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before  j 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  Him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise. 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding, 
'   Caught  up  to  meet  Him  in  the  skies,    ' 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding; 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay  ; 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  Him. 

3  But  sinners,  filled  with  guilty  fears, 

Behold  His  wrath  prevailing. 
For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 
And  sighs  are  unavailing  j 


DEATH  AND  ETERNITY. 

The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone ; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne. 
All  unprepared  to  meet  Him. 

4  Great  God.  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ! 
The  end  of  things  created  ! 
The  Judge  of  all  men  doth  appear. 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated : 
Beneath  His  Cross  I  view  the  day 
"When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  awar. 
And  thus  prepare  to  meet  Him. 

Partly  William  Bengo  Collyer.  1812. 

€0G  X.  31. 

1  That  Day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  Day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  awaj". 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  Day? 

2  Whensh,  rivelling  like  a  parched  scroll. 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll  ,• 
When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  : 

3  Lord  !  on  that  Day,  that  wrathful  Day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay. 
Be  Thou,  0  Christ,  the  sinner's  stay, 
ThougTi  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

Sir  Walter  Scott.  1805.  a. 

607  C.  31. 

1  The  angel  comes,  he  comes  to  reap 

The  harvest  of  the  Lord  ! 
O'er  afl  the  earth,  with  fatal  sweep, 
Wide  waves  his  flaming  sword. 

2  And  who  are  they,  in  sheaves  to  bide 

The  fire  of  vengeance  bound  ? 
The  tares,  whose  rank  luxuriant  pride 
Choked  the  fair  crop  around. 
,    428 


JUDGMEXT. 

3  And  who  are  the}"-,  reserved  in  store 

God's  treasure-house  to  fill? 
The  wheat,  a  hundred  fold  that  bore 
Amid  surrounding  ill. 

4  0  King  of  mercy !  grant  us  power 

Thy  fiery  wrath  to  flee  ! 
In  Thy  destroying  angel's  hour, 
0  gather  us  to  Thee  ! 

Henry  Hart  MUman.  1S27. 

a  08  L,M. 

1  That  fearful  Day,  that  Day  of  dread, 
When  Thou  siialt  judge  the  quick  and  dead; 
0  God  !  I  shudder  to  foresee 

The  awful  things  which  then  shall  be ! 

2  When  Thou  shalt  come,  Thy  angels  round, 
With  legions,  and  with  trumpet  sound ;  . 
0  Savior,  grant  me  in  the  air 

With  all  Thy  saints  to  meet  Thee  there  l:   '> 

3  Weep,  0  my  soul,  ere  that  great  Day, 
AVhen  God  shall  shine  in  plain  array; 
0  weep  thy  sin,  that  thou  mayst  be 
In  that  severest  judgment  free! 

4  0  Christ,  forgive,  remit,  protect, 
And  set  Thy  servant  with  the  elect ; 
That  I  may  hear  the  voice  that  calls 
The  righteous  to  Thy  heavenly  halls  ! 

5  Sit  not  in  judgment  on  each  deed, 
Nor  each  intent  in  strictness  read ; 
Forgive,  accept,  and  save  me  then, 

0  Thou  who  lovest  the  souls  of  men ! 
From  John  Mason  Xeale.  1S62. 
Tr.  Theodore  of  the  Studium.  ah.  S20. 


DEATH  AND  ETERNITY. 

609  Dies  Irse,  Dies  ilia.     Trochaic  Ss, 

1  Day  of  wrath,  that  Day  of  mourning ! 
See  fulfilled  the  prophet's  warning, 
Heaven  and  earth  in  ashes  burning  ! 

2  0  what  fear  man's  bosom  rendeth, 
When  from  heaven  the  Judge  descendeth. 
On  whose  sentence  all  dependeth  ! 

3  "Wondrous  sound  the  trumpet  flingeth, 
Through  earth's  sepulchres  it  ringeth, 
All  before  the  throne  it  bringeth. 

4  Death  is  struck,  and  nature  quaking ; 
All  creation  is  awaking, 

To  its  Judge  an  answer  making. 

5  Lo,  the  Book,  exactly  worded, 
Wherein  all  hath  been  recorded  ; 
Thence  shall  judgment  be  awarded. 

6  When  the  Judge  His  seat  attaineth. 
And  each  hidden  deed  arraigneth, 
Nothing  unavenged  rcmaineth. 

7  What  shall  I,  frail  man,  be  pleading? 
Who  for  me  be  interceding, 

When  the  just  are  mercy  needing? 

8  King  of  Majesty  tremendous, 
Who  dost  free  salvation  send  us, 
Fount  of  pity,  then  befriend  us  I 

9  Think,  kind  Jesus  !  my  salvation 
Caused *Thy  wondrous  Incarnation; 
Leave  me  not  to  reprobation  ! 

10  Faint  and  weary  Thou  hast  sought  me. 
On  the  Cross  of  suffering  bought  me  ; 
Shall  such  grace  in  vain  be  brought  me  ? 

430 


JUDGMENT. 

11  Righteous  Judge  of  retribution, " 
Grant  Tliy  gift  of  absolution, 
Ere  that  day's  dread  execution. 

12  Guilty,  now  I  pour  my  moaning. 
All  my  shame  with  anguish  owning  ! 
Spare,  0  God,  Thy  suppliant,  groaning  ! 

13  Thou  the  woman  gavest  remission, 
Heard'st  the  dying  thief's  petition  : 
Hopeless  else  were  my  condition. 

14  "Worthless  are  my  prayers  and  sighing  ; 
Yet,  good  Lord,  in  grace  complying, 
Rescue  me  from  fires  undying  ! 

15  "With  Thy  favored  sheep,  0  place  me  ! 
Nor  amid  the  goats  abase  me  : 

But  to  Thy  right  hand  upraise  me. 

16  "While  the  wicked  are  confounded, 
Doomed  to  flames  of  woo  unbounded. 
Call  me,  with  Thy  saints  surrounded. 

17  Bows  my  heart  in  meek  submission. 
Strewn  with  ashes  of  contrition  ; 
Succor  Thou  my  lost  condition  ! 

IS  Day  of  sorrows,  Day  of  weeping, 
"When,  in  dust  no  longer  sleeping, 
Man  awakes  in  Thy  dread  keeping  ! 

19  To  the  Rest  Thou  didst  prepare  me. 
On  Thy  Cross,  0  Christ,  upbear  me ! 
Spare,  0  God,  in  mercy  spare  me  ! 

Willinm  Joseph  Irons.  1853.  a. 
Tr.   Thomas  de   C'elano.  ah.  1250. 

431 


DEATH  AND  ETEKNITY. 

610  S.  M, 

4       And  will  the  Judge  descend? 
And  must  the  dead  arise, 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven  before  His  face 
Astonished  shrink  away? 

3  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark,  from  the  Gospel's  gentle  voice 
What  joyful  tidings  spread! 

4  Ye  sinners,  seek  His  grace. 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  His  Cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

5  So  shall  that  curse  remove. 
By  which  the  Savior  bled ; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

Doddridge.  1755. 

611  a  F.  M, 

1  Whex  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 
To  call  Thy  ransomed  people  home. 

Shall  I  among  them  stand? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
So  sinful  and  unfit  to  die. 

Be  found  at  Thy  right  hand  ? 

2  Blest  Savior,  grant  it  by  Thy  grace; 
Be  Thou  my  soul's  sure  Hiding-place, 

In  this  my  gracious  day : 
Thy  pardoning  voice  0  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall  awav ! 
432 


JUDGMENT. 

3  Among  Thy  saints  let  me  be  found. 

Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sounds 

To  see  Thy  smiling  face ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
"While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 
The  riches  of  Thy  grace. 

Selina,  Countess  of  Huntincfdon.  1772.  «. 

612  C.  M, 

1  When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

Overwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
0  how  shall  I  appear ! 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found. 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  Avith  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought  : 

3  When  Thou,  0  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe. 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
0  how  shall  I  appear ! 

4  But  Thou  hast  told  the  troubled  mind. 

Who  does  her  sins  lament. 

The  timely  tribute  of  her  tears 

Shall  endless  woe  prevent. 

5  Then  see  the  sorrows  of  my  heart. 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late ; 
And  hear  my  Savior's  dying  groans. 
To  give  those  sorrows  weight. 

6  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Her  pardon  to  procure, 
Who  knows  Thine  only  Son  has  died 
To  make  her  pardon  sure. 

JosejjJi  Addison.  1728. 
433 


DEATH  AND  ETERNITY. 

613  S,  M. 

*1         Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 

Before  whose  bar  severe, 

With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread 

We  all  shall  soon  appear; 

*      Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  praj-^ : 

2  To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour, 
*  That  awful  hour  unknown, 

When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power. 

Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down, 

The  immortal  Son  of  Man, 

To  judge  the  hximan  race, 
With  all  Thy  Father's  dazzling  train. 

With  all  Thy  glorious  grace. 

3  To  damp  our  earthlj' joys. 

To  increase  our  gracious  fears. 
Forever  let  the  archangel's  voice. 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears 

The  solemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Yo  dead,  the  Judge  is  come  : 
Arise,  and  meet  Him  in  the  sky. 

And  meet  your  instant  doom !" 

4  0  may  we  all  be  found 
Obedient  to  Thy  word, 

Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound. 

And* looking  for  our  Lord! 

0  may  we  thus  insure 

A  lot  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 

An  everlasting  rest.  C.  Wesley.  1749. 


434 


JUDGMENT. 

614:  Iambic  S,  7. 

Us  ist  geiviszlich  an  der  Zcit. 

1  "Whkn  all  with  awe  shall  stand  around 

To  hear  their  doom  allotted, 
0  may  my  worthless  name  be  found 

In  the  Lamb's  book  unblotted ! 
Grant  me  a  firm,  unshaken  faith  ; 
For  Thou,  my  Savior,  by  Thy  death, 

Hast  purchased  my  salvation. 

2  Before  Thou  shalt  as  Judge  appear. 

Plead  as  my  Intercessor ; 
And  on  that  awful  day  declare 

That  I  am  Thy  Confessor. 
Then  bring  me  to  that  blessed  place 
Where  I  may  see,  with  open  face. 

The  glory  of  Thy  kingdom. 

3  0  Jesus  !  shorten  the  delay, 

And  hasten  Thy  salvation. 
That  we  may  see  that  glorious  Day 

Produce  a  new  creation  ; 
Lord  Jesus,  come,  our  Judge  and  King  ! 
Come,  change  our  mournful  notes,  to  sing 
Thy  praise  forever.     Amen. 

John  Ckn'stian  Jacohi.  1722.  a. 
Tr.  Benjamin  Ringicaldt.    15S1. 


HEAVEN. 

015  a  M, 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight. 
Where  saints  immortal  rei^n  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

435 


DEATH  AND  ETERNITY. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  "flowers. 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  drest  in  living  green : 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood. 

While  Jordan  rolled  between- 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger,  shivering,  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  0  could  we  mate  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise. 
And  view  the  Canaaai  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes .' 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood. 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er. 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  as  from  the  shore. 

Wcctts.  1709. 

616  C.  JI. 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land. 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  0  th-e  transporting,  rapturous  scene. 

That  rises  to  my  sight  i 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God  the  Sun  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 
436 


4  Xo  chilling  winds,  nor  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and.  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  "When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  he  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 
And  in  His  bosom  rest? 

Samuel  Stennett.  1787. 

1  Thine  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  : 

To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire, 
"Vrith  ardent  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  Xo  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Xor  sin  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon  ! 

4  0  long-expected  day,  begin  ! 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin ! 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road. 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 

Doddridge.  1755.  or. 

618  8,  7,  7. 

1  When  we  pass  through  yonder  river. 
When  we  reach  the  farther  shore. 
There's  an  end  of  war  forever; 

We  shall  see  our  foes  no  more : 
All  our  conflicts  then  shall  cease, 
Followed  by  eternal  peace. 

437 


.  DEATH  AND  ETERXITY. 

2  0  that  hope,  how  bright,  how  glorious  ! 

'Tis  His  people's  blest  reward  ; 

In  the  Savior's  strength  victorious, 

Thej'^  at  length  behold  their  Lord: 
In  His  kingdom  they  shall  rest, 
In  His  love  be  fully  blest. 

Thomas  Kelly.  1809. 

619  S,  M. 

1  We  know,  by  faith  we  know. 
If  this  vile  house  of  clay, 

This  tabernacle,  sink  below 

In  ruinous  decay; 

We  have  a  House  above, 

Not  made  with  mortal  hands  ; 
And  firm  as  our  Redeemer's  Love 

That  heavenly  fabric  stands. 

2  It  stands  securely  high, 
Indissolubh'  sure ; 

Our  glorious  mansion  in  the  sky 

Shall  evermore  endure. 
,    O  may  we  enter  there, 

To  perfect  heaven  restored ! 
0  may  we  be  caught  up  to  share 

The  triumph  of  our  Lord!  ■ 

3  Absent,  alas  !  from  God, 
We  in  the  body  mourn, 

And  pine  to  quit  this  mean  abode, 

And  languish  to  return. 

Jesiis,  regard  our  vows, 

And  change  our  faith  to  sight ; 
And  clothe  us  with  our  nobler  House 

Of  everlasting  light !  '4 

4  0  let  us  put  on  Thee  ,  ,V'' 
In  perfect  holiness. 

And  rise  prepared  Thy  face  to  see, 
438  Thy  bright,  unclouded  face ! 


Thy  grace  with  glory  crown, 

Who  hast  the  earnest  given ; 

And  then  triumphantly  come  down, 

And  take  us  up  to  heaven ! 

C.  Wesley.  1758.  a. 

020  a  31, 

1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
•   Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 

When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong. 
And  streets  of  shining  gold? 

3  0  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  evermore  the  angels  sing, 
Where  sabbaths  have  no  end? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom. 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  from  pain  and  woe. 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there 

Around  my  Savior  stand ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

Unknown.  1801.  a. 
439 


DEATH  AyD  ETERNITY. 

G21  S,  7. 

1  Heaii  what  God  tlie  Lord  hatli  spoken  : 

0  my  people,  faint  and  few, 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you. 
Thorns  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways  : 
You  shall  name  your  walls  salvation. 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise. 

2  There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden. 

Pleasures  without  end  shall  flow; 
For  the  Lord,  your  faith  rewarding. 

All  His  bounty  shall  bestow. 
Still  in  undisturbed  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign  : 
Kever  shall  you  feel  oppression, 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 

3  Ye  no  more  your  suns  descending, 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see ; 
.     But,  your  griefs  forever  ending, 
Find  eternal  noon  in  Me. 
God  shall  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you, 
Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night : 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  Glory, 
God  your  everlasting  Light. 

William  Cov2)er.  1779. 

622  7s. 

1  Who  are  these  in  bright  array. 

This  innumerable  throng, 

Round  the  altar  night  and  day 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song? 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches  to  obtain, 
New  dominion  every  hour." 
440 


2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod; 

These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  His  Almighty  Name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Yietor-palms  in  every  hand. 
Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might. 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead: 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs ; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears ; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 

James  Montijomery.  1819.  a. 

623  6,  8,  4, 

1  The  goodly  land  I  see, 
With  peace  and  plenty  blest : 

A  land  of  sacred  liberty, 
And  endless  rest. 
There  milk  and  honey  flow. 
And  oil  and  wine  abound, 
And  trees  of  life  forever  grow, 
With  mercy  crowned. 

2  There  dwells  the  Lord  our  King, 
The  Lord  our  Righteousness, 

Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin,     ^^ 
The  Prince  of  Peace  ; 
On  Zion's  sacred  height. 
His  kingdom  still  maintains; 
And  glorious,  with  His  saints  in  light, 
Forever  reigns. 
28  441 


DEATH    AXD    ETERNITY. 

3  He  keeps  His  own  secure; 
He  guards  them  by  His  side ; 

Arrays  in  garments  white  and  pure 
His  spotless  Bride ; 
With  streams  of  sacred  bliss, 
With  groves  of  living  joys, 
With  all  the  fruits  of  paradise. 
He  still  supplies. 

4  Before  the  great  Three-One 
They  all  exulting  stand, 

And  tell  the  wonders  He  hath  done 

Through  all  their  land : 

The  listening  spheres  attend. 

And  swell  the  growing  fame; 

And  sing,  in  songs  which  never  end, 

The  wondrous  Name. 

Thomas  Olivers.  1772. 

624  Continued.  0,  8,  4 

1  The  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
The  great  archangels  sing. 

And  "  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  cry, 
"  Almighty  King ! 
Who  was  and  is  the  same, 
And  evermore  shall  be ; 
Jehovah,  Father,  great  I  am, 
We  worship  Thee." 

2  Before  the  Savior's  face 
The  ransomed  nations  bow, 

O'erwhelmed  at  His  almighty  grace, 
Forever  new : 
He  shows  His  prints  of  love  ; 
They  kindle  to  a  flame, 
And  sound,  through  all  the  worlds  above, 
The  slaughtered  Lamb. 
'   U2 


The  whole  triumphant  host 
Give  thanks  to  God  on  high ; 
**  Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost !" 
They  ever  cry  : 
Hail,  Abraham's  God,  and  mine  ! 
I  join  the  heavenly  lays  ; 
All  might  and  majesty  are  Thine, 
And  endless  praise. 

Tkomaa  Olivers,  1772. 

325  S,  M. 

1  FoREVEn  with  the  Lord ! 
Amen !  so  let  it  be  ; 

Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent. 
Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 

Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  Home. 

3  My  Father's  House  on  high, 
Home  of  my  soul !  how  near 

At  times  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye 
The  golden  gates  appear ! 

4  Ah,  then  my  spirit  faints 
To  reach  the  land  I  love, 

The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above ! 

5  Forever  with  the  Lord ! 
Father,  if  'tis  Thy  will, 

The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 

6  Be  Thou  at  my  right  hand, 
Then  can  I  never  fail  ; 

Uphold  Thou  me,  and  I  shall  stand. 
Fight,  and  I  must  prevail. 

443 


DEATH    AND    ETERNITY. 

7  So  -when  my  latest  breath 
Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain. 

By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death. 
And  Life  eternal  gain. 

8  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 
How  shall  1  love  that  word. 

And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
"  Forever  with  the -Lord  !" 

■James  Montgomery.  1853. 

G2(>  Hie  breve  Vivitur.  7,  © 

1  Brief  life  is  here  our  portion. 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care  : 
The  Life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  Life,  is  there. 
0  happy  retribution ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest! 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest ! 

2  That  we  should  look,  poor  wanderers, 

To  have  our  home  on  high  ! 
That  worms  should  seek  for  dwellings 

Beyond  the  starry  sky ! 
And  now  we  fight  the  battle. 

And  then  we  wear  the  crown 
'  Of  full  and  everlasting 

And  passionless  renown. 

3  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fail'  Ocean  ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  Bay! 
Dear  Fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away ! 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower : 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel. 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 

444 


HE  AVE  X. 

4  There  glory  yet  unheard  of 
Shall  shed  abroad  its  ray, 
E,€Solving  all  enigmas, 

An  endless  Sabbath  day. 
There  God,  our  King  and  Portion, 

In  fulness  of  His  grace, 
Shall  we  behold  forever, 
And  worship  face  to  face  ! 

John  Mason  Neale.   1851. 

Tr.  Bernard  de  Morlaix.  ah.  1150. 

'^  Continued.  7>  Q* 

1  For  thee,  0  deai-,  dear  country, 

Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep ; 
For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 
The  mention  of  Thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

2  I  know  not,  oh,  I  know  not 

What  social  joys  are  there. 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare  : 
And  when  I  fain  would  sing  them. 

My  spirit  fails  and  faints. 
And  vainly  would  it  image 

The  assembly  of  the  saints. 

3  They  sfand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

Conjubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng  : 
0  one,  0  only  mansion ! 

0  Paradise  of  joy ! 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy ! 

445 


DEATH  AND  ETERXITY. 

4  There  is  the  throne  of  David; 
And  there,  from  toil  released,. 
The  shout  of  them  that  triimiph_. 

The  song  of  them  that  feast : 
And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
forever  and  forever 
Are  clad  in  robes  of  white ! 
John  Mas&n  Nenle.  1851. 
Tr.  Bernard  de  Morla'ix.  « 5.  1150.    ; 
^28  Continued,  7,  G 

1  JERrsALEM  the  glO'ridus, 

The  glory  of  the  elect  1 
0  dear  an<i  future  vision 

That  eager  hearts  expeet : 
Even  now  by  faith  I  see  thee. 

Even  here  thy  walls  discern  ; 
To  thee  my  thoughts  are  kincUed,. 

And  strive,  and  pant,  and  yeaiE. 

2  Jerusalem  the  only. 

That  look'st  from  beaven  fcelow. 
In  thee  is^  all  my  glory,  | 

In  me  is  all  my  woe  ; 
And  though  my  body  may  sot. 

My  spirit  seeks  thee  fain^ 
Till  fiesh  and  earth  return  me 

To  earth  and  flesh  again. 

3  0  land  that  seest  no  sorrow ! 

O  state  that  fear'st  no  strife  ! 
0  princely  land  of  glory  I 
»    O  realm  and  home  ©f  life  ! 
E:sult,  0  dust  and  ashes  \ 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part : 
His  only.  His  forever. 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art ! 
John  Ma»on  Neale.  1851.  &, 
Tr.  Bernard  de  Morlaix,  ah.  1150. 
446 


DOXOLOGIES. 

DOXOLOGIES. 
Iambic. 

a  31. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore. 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now. 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


S.  31. 


To  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now. 
And  shall  forever  be. 


L.3I. 


To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore. 

Be  glory,  as  it  was  of  old, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evennore. 


L.3I. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Ilim,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


X.  31.  6 1. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  glory  in  the  highest  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven; 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore. 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

c  jp.  iir. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore ; 
Be  glory,  as  in  ages  past, 
And  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last, 

"When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


To  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  ever  blest, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  addrest  ; 
As  heretofore,        I         And  shall  be  so 
It  was,  is  now,  For  evermore. 


jgr.  31,    \ 


7,6. 


6,4. 


To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
Eternal  One  and  Three, 

As  was,  and  is  forever, 
All  praise  and  glory  be. 


To  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

All  praise  be  given  : 
Crown  Him  in  every  song; 
To  Him  our  hearts  belong  ; 
Let  all  His  praise  prolong 

On  earth,  in  heaven. 


Trochaic. 

10  7  s. 

Holy  Father,  holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One ! 
Glory,  as  of  old,  to  Thee 
448  Now  and  evermore  shall  be. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

11  7s. 

Praise  the  Name  of  God  most  high  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  below  the  sk}'; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost: 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 


12  S,7 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise ; 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  dajs. 


13  S, 

Praise  the  God  of  all  creation  ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  Love ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  Expiation, 

Priest  and  King,  enthroned  above; 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 


14:  S, 

Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  Thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 

Endless  praises 
'o  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 


\. 


449 


DOXOLOGIES. 

1^  8,  7,  7. 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father, 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit, 

Everlasting  Three  in  One: 
Thee  let  heaven  and  earth  adore. 
Now,  henceforth,  and  evermore. 


10  7,  6. 

Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 

Glory  to  the  Savior, 
Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Now,  henceforth,  forever. 

17  6, 5. 

Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

Endless  One  in  Three, 
Now,  henceforth,  forever. 

Glory  be  to  Thee. 


Dactylic. 

IS  lis. 

0  Father  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  addrest. 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever  blest. 
All  glory  and  worship  from  earth  and  from  heaven; 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 


450 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


*  indicates  the  hymn  to  be  of  German  origin. 
f  indicates  the  hymn  to  be  of  Latin  origin. 
X  indicates  the  hymn  to  be  of  Greek  origin. 


Abide  with  me ;  fast  falls  the  eventide 

*  Abide  with  us,  our  Savior 

Accept,  0  Lord,  Thy  servants'  thanks 
According  to  Thy  gracious  word 
A  charge  to  keep  I  have 
A  few  more  years  shall  roll 
Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep     . 
A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page     . 
J  A  great  and  mighty  wonder 

*  Ah,  this  heart  is  void  and  chill  . 

Ah,  wretched  souls,  who  strive  in  vain 

f  A  hymn  of  glory  let  us  sing 
Alas,  and  did  my  Savior  bleed 

f  Alleluia,  best  and  sweetest 

\  All  glory,  praise,  and  honor 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  Name 
All  is  o'er,  the  pain,  the  sorrow 
All  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night 
All  that  I  was,  my  sin,  my  guilt 

*  All  ye  Gentile  lands  awake 
Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer     . 
Almighty  God,  Thy  Word  is  cast  j 
Am  I  an  Israelite  indeed 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  Cross 


451 


HfDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  aul  fears  , 
And  art  Thoa,  gracious  Master,  gone 
And  art  Thou  with  us,  gracious  Lord 
And  is  the  time  approaching 
And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 
And  must  tkis  body  die 
And  will  the  Judge  descend 
J  And  wilt  Thou  pardon,  Lord 
Another  sLx  days'  work  is  done 

*  A  pilgrim  and  a  .stranger 
Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 
Arise,  my  soul,  arise 

Arise,  0  God,  and  shine 
Arise,  0  King  of  grace,  arise 

*  Arise,  the  kingdom  is  at  hand 

*  A  safe  stronghold  our  God  is  still 
Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 

As  witli  gladness  men  of  old. 

*  At  length  released  from  many  woes 
Author  of  good,  to  Thee  we  turn 
Author  of  life  divine 

Awake,  mj  soul,  and  with  the  sua 
Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 
Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 
Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears 

*  Awake,  Thou  Spirit,  who  didst  fire 
Away  from  every  mortal  care 
Away,  my  needless  fears 

Baptized  into  Thy  ISTame 
Before  Jehovah's  a^wful  throne   . 
Before  the  Lord  we  bow 
Behold  the  amazing  sight 
Behold  the  Prince  of  Peace   - 
Behold  the  Savior  of  mankind   - 
Behold  the  sure  Foundation  Stone 
Behold^  where  in  a  mortal  form 

452 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LIXES, 

Being  of  beings,  Grod  of  love 
Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here   . 
Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  Lead 
Beset  with  smares  on  every  hand 

*  Blessed  Jesus^  at  Thy  word 

*  Blessed  Jesus,  here  we  stand 
Blessed  Savior,  who  hast  taught  me 
Blessing,  honor,  thanks  and  praise 
Blest  be  our  everlasting  Lord     . 

Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm»  most  Ibright 
Blest  Instructor,  from  Thy  ways 

f  Blest  Spirit,  one  with  God  above 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  we  feed    . 

f  Brief  life  is  here  our  portion 
Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King  . 
f  Christ  is  our  Corner-Stone    » 

Chrifet  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day    . 
f  Christ,  Thou  art  the  sure  Foundation 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 

Church  of  the  everlasting  God 

Come,  divine  and  peaceful  Guest 

Come,  divine  Emmanuel,  come 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  . 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 

Come  hither,  ye  faithful  . 
-j-  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love   . 
■j-  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 
*"  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  God  and  Lord 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove   . 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above  . 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 


453 


IXDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Come,  sound  His  praise  abroad  . 
Come,  Thou  almighty  King  . 
Come,  Ttiou  Fount  of  every  blessing 
Come,  Thou  long-expected  Jesus 
Come  Thou  now,  and  be  among  us 
•^Come,  Thou  Savior  of  our  race 
Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain 

*  Come  to  Thy  temple  here  on  earth   . 
Come,  ye  disconsolate 

J  Come,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  strain    . 
Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord 
Come,  ye  weary  sinners,  come 

*  Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 

*  Conquering  Prince  and  Lord  most  high 
f  Creator  of  mankind 

Day  divine,  when  in  the  temple 
f  Day  of  wrath,  that  Day  of  mourning 

Dear  Eefuge  of  my  weary  soul 
f  Desire  of  nations.  Lord  of  grace 

Do  not  I  love  Thee,  0  my  Lord 

Dread  Jehovah,  God  of  nations  . 

Dust  and  ashes,  sin  and  guilt 

*  Emmanuel,  we  sing  Thy  praise 

Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  flee   . 

Father,  for  Thou  mj'^  Father  art 

Father,  glorify  Thy  Son 

Father,  how  wide  Thy  glory  shines 

Father,  in  whom  we  live 

Father  of  all,  in  whom  we  trace 

Father  of  eternal  grace 

Father  of  heaven,  whose  Love  profound 

Father  of  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord 

Father  of  lights,  Thy  needful  aid 

Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  Word 

454 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Father  of  our  feeble  race 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 

*  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit     . 
Father,  though  I  have  sinned,  with  Thee 
Father,  to  Thee  my  soul  I  lift    . 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

*  Father,  who  hast  created  all 
Father,  who  the  light  this  day 

*  Fear  not,  0  little  flock,  the  foe  . 
Feeble,  helpless,  how  shall  I 
For  all  Thy  saints,  0  Lord 
Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be 
Forever  with  the  Lord     . 

*  Forsake  me  not,  my  God 
f  For  thee,  0  dear,  dear  country  . 

For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace 
Frequent  the  Day  of  God  returns 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 
From  whence  this  fear  and  unbelief 

*  Gentle  Shepherd,  Thou  hast  stilled 
Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise 

*  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears  . 
Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high 
Glory  be  to  Jesus 
God. bless  our  native  land 

*  God  calling  yet !    shall  I  not  hear 
God. is  Love,  His  mercy  brightens   . 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
God,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope 
God  of  all  redeeming  gra«e 
God-  of  almighty  love 
God  of  eternal  love 
God.  of  mercy,  God  of  grace  . 


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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

God  of  my  life,. whose  gracious  power  .  450 

Godof  my  life,  to  Thee  I  call            .  .     516 

God  of  my  salvation,  hear           .             .  361 

God  of  unbounded  power      .             .  .     536 

*  Good  news  from  heaven  the  angels  bring  131 
Go  to  dark  Gethsema,ne  .  .  .  172 
Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  .  . .  103 
Gracious  God,  to  Thee  we  pray  .  .  545 
Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  divine  .  .  249 
Great  Father  of  mankind  .  .  .  144 
Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou  .  64 
Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth  .  296 
Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  Hand  .  136 
Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear  .  .     605 

*  Great  High-Priest,  who  deignedst  to  be  397 
Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  .  .  .  264 
Guide  me,  0  Thou  great  Jehovah           .  441 

Hail,  all  hail,  Thou  Lord  of  glory     .  .     188 

Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost        .  61 

Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  Let  powers  .     213 

Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  AVhom  One  253 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise         .  .     198 

Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus               .  .      169 

Hail,  Thou  Source  of  every  blessing  .     141 

Hail,  to  the  Lord's  Anointed      .             .  123 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined       .  .     278 

J  Hark,  an  awful  voice  is  sounding           .  116 

Hark,  a  voice  divides  the  sky            .  .     593 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord     .             .  422 

Hark,  ten  tht)usand  harps  and  voices  .     203 

Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Savior  comes  124 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing             .  .     128 

Hark,  the  song  of  Jubilee            .             .  305 

Hark,  what  mean  those  holy  voices  .  .     127 

Hasten,. Lord,  the  glorious  time              .  299 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise      .             .  .     345 

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INDEX  OF  FIUST  LINES. 


Hear  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spolvcn 

*  Heaven  and  earth,  and  sea  and  air   . 
•••■  Heavenward  still  our  pathway  tends 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  . 
Heirs  of  unending  life 
"*  Here  behold  me,  as  I  lay  me 

*  Here  I  can  firmly  rest 

•f-  He  who  once  in  righteous  vengeance 
f  His  trial  o'er,  and  now  beneath 
Holy  and  reverend  is  the  Name 

*  Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness  . 
Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire 
Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine    . 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 

Holy  Jesus,  in  whose  name 
Holy  Jesus,  Savior  blest 
t  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  light 

*  Holy  Spirit,  once  again 
Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord 
Hosanna  to  the  Son  .  .         ■    . 
How  are  Thy  servants  blest,  0  Lord 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet 

How  beautiful  upon  the  hills 

*  How  blessed,  from  the  bonds  of  sin 
How  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 
How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies 
How  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart 
How  precious  is  the  Book  divine 
How  shall  the  young  secure  their  heart 
How  shall  we  show  our  love  to  Thee 
How  sweet  the  Name  of  Jesus  sounds 
How  welcome  was  the  call     . 

How  wondrous  and  great 
f  Humbly  I  adore  Thee 

If  death  our  friends  and  us  divide 

*  If  God  Himself  be  for  me 

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INEDX  OF  FIRST  LINKS. 


If  Thou  impart  Thyself  to  me     .  .            367 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say  .             .     lOS 

*  I  know  my  end  must  surely  come  .  580 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  .             .     206 

*  I  know  Thy  thoughts  are  peace  toward  me  449 
I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus  .  .  .  374 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  whilst  I've  hreath  2 
I  love  the  volume  of  Thy  Word  ■.  .  309 
I  love  Thy  Ziou,  Lord  .  ;  .  272 
I  love  to  steal  awhile  away  .  .  .  568 
In  duties  and  in  sufferings  too  .  .  150 
In  His  temple  now  behold  Him  .  .  146 
In  holy  contemplation  .  .  .  454 
In  one  fraternal  bond  of  love  .  .  280 
Inspirer  and  Heai'er  of  Prayer  .  .  557 
In  the  Cross  of  Christ  I  glory  .              .154 

*  Into  Thy  gracious  Hands  I  fail  .  496 
In  weariness  and  pain  .  ;  .  521 
In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God  .  98 
In  vain  would  boasting  reason  find  .  .97 
Is  God's  peculiar  people  mine    .  .            277 

«-  I  thirst,  Thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God  .     378 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep             .  .            109 

*  I  wull  leave  my  Jesus  never  .  .  .  476 
I  would  not  live  alway    .             .  .            577 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home   .  .             .     620 

■j-  Jerusalem  the  glorious    .             .  .            628 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be      .  .             •.     473 

f  Jesus,  Brightness  of  the  Father  .  .              91 

*  Jesus,  I  know,  hath  died  for  me  .  .  382 
Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken  .  .  472 
Jesus  invites  His  saints         .  .             ,     326 

*  Jesus  lives;  no  longer  now  .  .  194 
Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  glory  .  .  23 
Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul  .  .  .  227 
Jesus,  Master  of  the  feast      .  .             .     330 

4SS 


INDEX  OF  iURST  LINKS. 


Jesus,  my  great  High-Priest 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  attend 

*  Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives 
Jesus,  m,Y  Strength,  my  Hope 
Jesus,  my  Truth,  my  Way 

J  Jesus,  Xame  all  names  above 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace 
Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 

*  Jesus,  still  lead  on 

*  Jesus,  Sun  of  Righteousness 
Jesus,  the  gift  divine  I  know 
Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  Thee 

f  Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
Jesus,  the  weary  wanderer's  Rest 
Jesus,  Thou  art  my  Righteousness 

■*  Jesus,  Thy  Blood  and  Righteousness 

*  Jesus,  Thy  boundless  Love  to  me 
Jesus,  Thy  soul  forever  blest 
Jesus,  Thy  wandering  sheep  behold 

*  Jesus,  truest  Friend,  unite     ,  •  , 
Jesus,  when  a  little  Child 

Join  all  the  glorious  names  . 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 


Lamb  of  God,  I  look  to  Thee 

Leave  us  not  comfortless 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise    . 
•  Let  earth  and  heaven  combine    . 

Let  God,  the  mighty  God      , 

Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky        ^ 
"*  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates 
*  Light  of  light,  enlighten  me 
*■  Light  of  the  gentile  world 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Like  Noah's  weary  (^ove  . 


4ay 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  Ll'NES. 


Like  sheep  we  -went  astray    . 
Lo,  He  come?,  with  clouds  descending, 
Long  as  I  live  I'll  bless  Thy  Xame 
Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 
Lord,  accept  our  feeble  pi-aise 
Lord,  all  I  am  is  known  to  Thee 
Lord,  and  whither  should  I  go  ? 
Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thj'  blessing 
Lord,  forever  at  Thy  side 
Lord,  for  the  mercies  of  the  night 
Lord  God  the  Holy  Ghost 
-:•■  Lord,  I  believe  Thy  precious  blood 
^'  Lord,  I  believe  were  sinners  more 
Lord,  If  Thou  Thy  grace  impart 
Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace 
Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care  . 

*  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  true  Man  and  God 

*  Lord  Jesus,  who  our  souls  to  sa.ve 
Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Savior  went 
Lord,  not  to  us,  wo  claim  it  not  . 
Lord  of  hosts,  to  Thee  we  raise 
Lord  of  the  Church,  we  humbly  pray 
Lord  of  the  gospel  harvest,  send 
Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear 
Lord  of  the  worlds  above 

-■  Lord,  remove  the  veil  away 
Lord,  should  we  leave  Thy  hallowed  feet 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright 

«•  Lord,  Thine  image  Thou  di<lst  lend  me 

*  Lord,  Thou  art^niy  Rock  of  strength 
Lord,  Thou  art  the  Truth  and  Way  . 
Lord,  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  thi 

*  Lord,  Thy  Death  and  Passion  give  . 
Lord,  wc  confess  our  numerous  faults 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  child  ol  pride 
Lord,  when  belore  Thy  throne  we  meet 
Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee 

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INDEX  OF  FIHST  H.\'E?l. 


Lo,  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eye    , 
f  Lo,  upon  the  altar  lies 
Love  divine,  all  love  excelling    , 

f  Maker  of  earth,  to  Thee  alone 
Many  woes  had  Christ  endured  . 
May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Savior  . 
May  we  Thy  precepts.  Lord,  fulfil 
Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  Thee 
My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 
My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee     .  . 

My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day 
My  God,  and  is  Thy  table  spread     . 

*  My  God,  I  know  that  I  must  die 

*  My  God,  I  leave  to  Thee  my  ways  . 
^  My  God,  I  love  Thee ;  not  because 

My  God,  my  King,  Thy  various  praise 
My  God,  my  only  Help  and  Hope 
My  God,  my  Portion  and  my  Love  . 
My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
My  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys  , 

*  My  God,  to  Thee  I  now  commend 
My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right 
My  Hope,  my  All,  mj'  Savior  Thou 

*  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt 
My  life's  a  shade ;  my  days 
My  Maker  and  my  King 

*  My  Savior,  how  shall  I  proclaim 
My  Savior,  my  almighty  Friend 

*  My  soul,  before  thee  prostrate  lies 
My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 

My  soul,  praise  the  Lord 

My  soul,  repeat  His  praise    .  , 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone 

My  spirit  on  Thy  care 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 
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INDEX  01-^  FIKST  LINES. 


Xot  all  the  blood  of  beasts     . 
Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts  . 

*  Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 
Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime 
Now  may  lie  who  from  the  dead 
Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 

J  Now,  my  soul,  thy  voice  upraising  . 
-•  Now  thank  we  all  our  God 
"f  Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright 
•^-  Now  that  the  sun's  last  beam  of  light 
Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 

Object  of  my  first  desire  .  , 

0  blessed  souls  are  they 

0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 
f  0  Bread  to  pilgrims  given     . 
f  0  Christ,  our  Hope,  our  Heart's  Desire 

*  0  Christ,  our  true  and  only  Light    . 

■••  0  Christ,  Thou  bright  and  morning  Star 
"I"  0  come,  0  come,  Emmanuel  . 
0  could  I  find  from  day  to  day  . 

*  0  draw  me,  Savior,  after  Thee 
O'er  those  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 
0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 
0  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 
0  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 
0  for  a  principle  within  . 
0  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

*■  0  God,  I  long  Thy  light  to  see". 
0  God,  in  whom  the  happy  dead 
0  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert 
0  God  of  Jacob,  by  whose  hand 
0  God  unseen,  yet  ever  near 
0  gracious  Hand,  that#freely  gives   . 
0  happy  day,  that  stays  my  choice 
0  hear  me,  Lord,  for  I  am  poor 
0  help  us,  Lord,  each  hour  of  need 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


0  holy  Lord,  content  to  dwell 
*■  0  how  shall  I  receive  Thee 
t  0  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful 
t  0  Jesus,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace 

*  0  living  Bread  from  heaven  , 
0  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  Thee 
0  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil 

"••■"  0  Lord  my  God,  I  cry  to  Thee  . 
"I"  0  loud  are  the  strains 

0  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art 

0  mean  may  seem  this  house  of  clay 

One  sole  baptismal  sign 

One  there  is  above  all  others 
f  On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 

On  what  has  now  been  sown 
*"jO  sacred  Head,  now  wounded 

0  Savior,  bless  us  ere  we  go 

*  0  Savior  of  our  race  . 
0  Savior,  whom  that  holy  morn 
0  Spirit  of  the  living  God     . 
0  that  I  had  an  angel's  tongue  . 
0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  'gone 
0  that  the  Lord's  salvation 

0  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
0  Thou  best  Gift  of  heaven 
0  Thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows 
0  Thou  that  hearest  the  prayer  of  faith 
0  Thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 
0  Thou  that  wouldst  not  have    . 
-••  0  Thou  to  whose  all-searching  sight 

*  0  Thou  who  all  things  canst  control 
0  Thou  who  didst  Thy  glory  leave  . 
0  Thou  whose  infant  feet  were  found 
0  Thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears  . 
0  Thou  who  through  this  holy  week 
0  Thou  who  thus  exalted  art 


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INDEX  OF  FIRST  HXES. 

+  0  Unity  of  threefold  light 
Our  God,  our  Help  in  ages  past 
Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 
0  what  a  narrow,  narrow  path 

f  0  what  terror  in  thy  forethought 
0  where  shall  rest  be  found  . 
0  Zion,  tune  thy  voice     . 

Pardoned  through  redeeming  grace 
Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place 
Praise  to  God,  immortal  prraise 
Praise  ye  the  Lord :  'tis  good  to.  raise 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  fro  ward  heart 

Redeemer,  whither  shall  I  flee    . 

*  Piejoice,  all  ye  believers 
Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 

*  Rest  of  the  weary.  Thou 
Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings. 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 
Ruler  of  the  hosts  of  light     . 


Safely  through  another  week 
Salvation,  0  the  joyful  sound 
Savior,  a,\\  my  sins  confessing 

*'  Savior,  meet  it  is  indeed 
Savior,  when  in  dust  to  Thee 
Salfior,  who  Tky  flock  art  feeding 
Searcher  of  hearts,  before  Thy  face  . 

*  Seeing  I  am  Jesus'  lamb 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand   . 
See  the  vineyard  Thou  hast  planted 

J  Shepherd  of  tender  youth 
Shine  on  our  souls,  eternal  God 
Show  pity.  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive     . 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day         .             .  550 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise          .              .  .     494 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express              .  407 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong       .  .       66 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang               .  10 

Son  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry      .             .  .228 

Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far      .              .  140 

Source  of  light  and  life  divine           .  .     552 

Sovereign  Kuler  of  the  skies       .              .  453 

Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay           .  .     602 

Stand  up.  my  soul,  shake  ofi  thy  fears  .  492 

ij:  Stars  of  the  morning               .              .  .92 

Stricken,  smitten,  and  affli'cted  .              .  181 

Suffering  Savior,  Lamb  of  God         .  .     335 

Suffering  Sou  of  Man,  be  near  me           .  170 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows    .  .219 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  Th}'  grace          .  71 

Sweet  is  the  work,  mj^  God,  my  King  .       44 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing       .  107 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King             .  .     396 

Teach  me,  0  teach  me.  Lord,  Thy  way  .  500 

f  Teach  us.  Lord,  Thy  Name  to  know  .     544 

That  Day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  Day  .  606 

X  That  fearful  Day,  that  Day  of  dread  .     608 

j  The  abyss  of  many  a  former  sin              .  355 

t  The  Advent  of  our  God          .              .  .112 

The  angel  comes,  he  comes  to  reap         .  607 

X  The  day  is  past  and  over       .             .  .     654 

J  The  day  of  Resurrection              .             .  191 

f  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Lord              .  .         7 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Name      .             .  574 

*  Thee  will  I  love,  my  Strength,  my  Tower  .     426 

The  God  of  Abram  praise            .             .  391 

The  God  who  reigns  on  high             .  .     624 

The  goodly  land  I  see      .             .             .  623 

The  Head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns    202 

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The  King  of  heaven  His  table  spreads  .  341 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is      .             .  .81 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare        .  82 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  Light          .  .     265 

The  Lord  will  come:  the  earth  shrill  quake  603 

The  man  is  ever  blest             .             .  .     384 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood       .  157 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight          .  .615 

There  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace         .  365 

The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn         .  .     488 

f  The  roj'al  banner  is  unfurled      .              .  175 

The  Savior  calls  :  let  every  ear         .  .     340 

The  Savior  comes  :  no  outward  pomp     .  168 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high       .  .       76 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts  ...  342 

The  voice  that  breathed  o'er  Eden    .  .     540 

The  year  begins  with  Thee          .             .  135 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  .     617 

J  Things  of  the  earth  in  the  earth  let  us  lay  588 

This  day  the  light  of  heavenly  birth  .       33 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made         .  38 

Thou  art  my  Hiding-Place,  0  Lord  .  .     526 

Thou  art  my  Portion,  0  my  God             .  393 

Thou  art  the  AV ay;  to  Thee  alone    .  .     224 

*  Thou  hidden  Love  of  God,  whose  height  427 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead          .  .     613 

Thousands  of  thousands  stand  around  .  63 

Thou  seest  my  feebleness       .             .  .     463 

Thou  very  present  Aid    .              .             .  522 

Thou  wast  0  God,  and  Thou  wast  blest  .       78 

Thou  who  hast  id  Zion  laid         .             .  290 

Thou  whose  almighty  word  .              .  .     301 

Thrice  happy  souls,  who,  born  of  heaven  542 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life  .  83 
Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path  598 
Through  the  day  Thy  Love  has  spared  us'  .     558 

Thy  ceaseless,  unexhausted  Lov9             .  73 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Thy  way,  0  God,  is  in  the  sea  .  .       80 


*  Thy  Word,  0  God,  like  gentle  dews 
'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know  . 

'Tis  not  this  fleshly  robe  alone    . 

'Tis  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope 
"f  To  God  be  glory,  peace  on  earth 

To  God  the  only  wise 
J  To  the  Name  of  our  salvation     . 

To  Thy  temple  I  repair 

*  Truest  Friend,  who  canst  not  fail 


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230 
601 

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470 
210 

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Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes         .             .  .     452 

Visit,  Lord,  Thy  habitation        .             .  28 

"Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night         .  .     304 

Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God         .  357 

Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes           .  .     183 

We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own      .              .  513 

*  We  hail  Thee,  Lord,  Thy  Church's  Rock  .  268 
We  know,  by  faith  we  know        .              .  619 

*  Welcome,  Thou  Victor  in  the  strife  .  .  195 
We  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee           .              .  648 

*  Well  for  him  who  all  things  losing  .  .     481 
*"  We  praise  and  bless  Thee,  gracious  Lord  468 

AVhat  are  the  heavens,  0  God  of  heave^  .     106 

What  cheering  words  are  these  .              .  387 

*  What  our  Fatner  does  is  well  .  .  539 
AVhat  shall  I  render  to  my  God  .  .  12 
What  sinners  value  I  resign  .  .  .  600 
What  strange  perplexities  arise  .             .  501 

■  When  all  Thy  mercies,  0  my  God     .  .        14 

*  When  all  with  awe  shall  stand  around  .  614 
J  Whence  shall  my  tears  begin             .  .     354 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view  .  209 

When  His  salvation  bringing            .  .     6o0 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  .             .  389 

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INDEX   OP  FIRST  HXES. 


When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God   . 

*  When  in  the  hour  of  utmost  need 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  Cross  . 
When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 
When  languor  and  disease  invade     . 

*  When  my  last  hour  is  near  at  hand 
When,  my  Savior,  shall  I  be 
When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death 

*  When  sorrow  and  remorse     . 
When  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies 

*  When  the  last  agony  draws  nigh 

AVhen  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 
When  we  pass  through  yonder  river 
Wherefore  should  I  make  my  moan 
Wherewith,  0  God,  shall  I  draw  near 
While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 
While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun  .. 
Who  are  these  in  bright  array     . 
Who  is  this  that  conies  from  Edom  . 

*  Who  knows  how  near  my  end  may  be 
Who,  0  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er 

*  Who  puts  his  trust  in  God  most  just 
Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 

*  Wilt  Thou  not,  my  Shepherd  true 

*  With  all  the  powers  my  poor  heart  hath 
With  ecstasy  of  joy 
AVith  joy  our  voices  we  unite 
With  years  opprest,  with  sorrows  worn 

Te  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

Ye  servants  of  God 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 


Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded 


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